Well, we made it to the end of the week! How wonderful is that? I laid in bed this morning, listening to the lame chatter on the radio, thinking of how wonderful tomorrow’s sleep in will be.
No major plans for the weekend, thus far. Some ideas have been thrown around, but to be honest, I am just content spending quiet nights with those that I love.
When did I get so old? Seriously. I have been content over the past month with just simple get-togethers. Whether playing a game of Apples to Apples, where all the players actually know who Anne Frank is, or enjoying the perfect hot chocolate and jazz music at my favourite Mocha Cabana, or curled up on the couch with our latest TV DVD addiction. (Me and Jenny are totally loving ‘How I Met Your Mother’.)
Thanks to everyone. I am loving every minute with you all.
Last night we also enjoyed my only real culinary masterpiece, the Oreo Cheesecake. Here comes the segue, get ready for it.
Years and years ago, when I was the ripe age of 19, I worked as a receptionist for a pipeline welding company. The other girls in the office would bring in some sort of dessert every Friday for everyone to share. Every week the desserts became more and more elaborate, by the time my turn came around to bring something to the office, it wasn’t good enough just to bring cookies or doughnuts.
Feeling at a definite loss as to what to make, I paced up and down the isles at the grocery store trying to find some sort of inspiration. Finally on one of the last isles, I saw a picture of the most delicious cheesecake on the front of a box. I picked up the box, perused the recipe on the back, and hesitantly decided to give making this cheesecake a whirl.
I love to cook, but had never really undertaken something so seemly difficult as a baked cheesecake. Turns out it was much easier than I ever expected and became a huge hit at the office. I had just cranked the dessert club up another notch. I soon began to experiment with other cheesecake flavours, but soon just stuck with the original Oreo cheesecake.
During the past seven years of cheesecake making, I have made this cake for everyone and anyone and every occasion you can imagine. But I think last night, all of the stars aligned and the Gods smiled on us as we ate the finally perfected cheesecake. It really couldn’t have looked or tasted any better.
Wondering:
If my sudden hearing loss going to be long lasting, and if sign language is difficult to learn.
Thinking:
Waffles are... just fancy pancakes.
Love to all.
Thanks to God for more than just the good luck.
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