And here we are.

old dishes that belonged to my mom

I'm well. Are you well?
I'm not really okay, though. I suppose you're not either.

I have candy dishes now. And I walk by and eat a piece 10 million times a day.
I hope my teeth don't fall out. How are your teeth?

French peach cake from Joy of Cooking

I bake things. I could bake ten million things and eat them all.

New shelf/bench in my dining room

This is my addition to my dining room. I frequently have 10 million guests at my 10 million dinner parties. So now there's extra seating.

This is orizomegami--the Japanese art of dying paper.

I have 10 million sheets of paper in this condo--handmade, dyed, marbled--suminagshi and Turkish. I think in another life I was a wasp and made my house out of paper.

What were you in your other life?

Happy Christmas to Everyone

Oh--and beware of the mutant zombie gingerbread people.

The spice cake turned out much prettier.

And the bourbon sweet whipped cream was a hit--sort of.

Mother:  This whipped cream is tasteless. Give me some ice cream.

Man Who Loves Me:  Mmmm. You put in more bourbon, didn't you.

Apparently some taste buds only detect gin.

I thought the spice cake and the spiked whipped cream made a nice combo.

If you can't stand the heat, come to my kitchen.

The world seems to be burning down. Foreign embassies, the hills around Los Angeles. Great sheets of ice are melting. But in here in Ventura County, the sea breezes blow through my kitchen. It's downright chilly for the unacclimated.

I cooked and baked much of the day today in preparation for my mom's birthday gathering tomorrow, but my mom kept her long underwear on, and M did her reading under a blanket on the couch.

The menu for tomorrow:

Marinated Pasta Salad
Rice and Vegetable Salad
Fruit Salad
Green Bean Salad
Warm French Bread/Butter
Carrot Cake

Report from the Pumpkin Trenches

And the divorce trenches (this may actually be better than pie)

Next: The Stuffing Wars