Ain't No Sunshine When He's Gone
Today is a gloomy rainy day in central Missouri. Gentleman Caller is on the road with his band, and I'm knocking around this ol' house looking for things to do. I started watching a movie on TV (My Tiny Universe - a good premise, but not well executed), then clunk! plop! Something hit the ceiling fan, then fell on the floor. I thought it was a big bug of some sort, but was too comfortable on the couch to investigate. Then crack! Plaster all over the couch. Uh oh! I'm so glad I'm a renter. The roof has a leak. I left a message for my landlord, then decided to evacuate the couch in case the ceiling caves in and crushes me. Wouldn't that be a grizzly scene for GC when he returns?
So, I do that thing that I do when I'm bored. I bake. I made some pastry crust for tomorrow's dessert (and some for the freezer too). I baked muffins for breakfast tomorrow. I got out of the habit of baking muffins for breakfast over the summer, when it was too hot to turn on the oven. Now it's chilly and the house is closed up, so all the good smells linger for hours. Oh yes. So, the weekend muffins are back. It's sort of a Snackdown, I suppose, but it's simply impossible to narrow it down to just one perfect muffin, so I'm just testing recipes and brutally disposing of those that are less-than-perfect.
I'm having a fairly low willpower day, so I'm toying with the idea of trying to chocolatify The Viper's pound cake. I want a piece of it every night after dinner, when I'm at my most vulnerable and the Mandible Crown's power and influence are at their peak. But because I'm usually full of self-righteous notions of health and fitness in the afternoons, I haven't made a delicious chocolate pound cake to enjoy after dinner. But now? Now it's evening and I'm weak and bored, and have all the fixin's for a chocolate pound cake.