June 26, 2008

Whirr

Tonight, it's supposed to be 65 degrees with thunderstorms. Meaning, humid. So, what seemed like the perfect, must-do activity once the sun went down? Why yes, bake a rhubarb cake! And then, since it's so hot already, why not run the dishwasher too? Thankfully I remembered that my amazing oscillating fan was stored in the closet, so it isn't too warm in here.

My day will be saved.

I had one of those days where everything was frustrating, and I was just fed up. I've been looking for small, wide mouth mason jars for eons, and without fail they don't carry them or they've run out. My grocery store trip tonight was saved - not by mason jars, alas - by my fortuitous exit via the produce section, whereupon I spied rhubarb. And then bought a bunch of it, as I haven't had any this year. Now, I will sit and watch Doctor Who whilst it bakes.

God, I haven't blogged in eons.