... in the kitchen, at least.
I love to bake. Love it, love it, love it. But Zip is on a diet, which means I don't get to do it very often. This weekend, however, I have a unique opportunity... friends of ours are having a barbeque at their house, and asked guests to bring side dishes. So I'm bringing dessert.
This afternoon has been consumed with making cheesecake cupcakes with sweet sour cream frosting (ghoulchick, you know the ones I mean). Those are specifically for the hosts, who have a brand new baby at home and deserve a treat. (Especially the mom, who recently left a high-pressure full-time TV job to stay at home with their son.)
Then, once those were out and I had a chance to clean up the mixer, I made dough for sugar cookies. I'll let the dough chill overnight and bake those tomorrow. (ghoulsis, you probably remember these too... remember we used to color the sugar with food coloring before smooshing the little dollops of dough onto the cookie sheet?) Let's face it, any recipe that starts out with a pound of butter has GOT to be good.
The cheesecake is fabulous. (I had to try one -- you know, to make sure it turned out alright. Heh.) I tried a bit of the cookie dough, and it's wonderful. I can't wait until tomorrow when I can fill the whole house with wonderful almondy-vanilla-y baking smells...
AND, I only have two more questions to do on my plant hormone exam, which is due Monday (I've done five already). AND, I did a home improvement project today! But I can't tell you what it is yet, because Zip hasn't seen it. (It's a surprise... shhh...)