Lovelihood

Party season is well under way at Kindergarten, and the first box of store-bought treats we brought in to keep in his class for the occasions that are normally typified by the serving of buttercream laden cupcakes has been spent. And among the awesome qualities of cakes in a jar is the fact that they keep much longer than one's ability to abstain from them. So, of course, I'll bake up a batch to keep at school. And, of course, I'll bake what's left over into some ramekins to be enjoyed more immediately.

Itty bitty pumpkin pielet. Also, it's vegan, but don't hold that against it. Fresh from the oven, it's a warm and sweet rebuttal to the wind and wet that Seattle has decided to serve up today.

Progress on fingerless gloves I had started for an unspecified recipient, which I will likely just claim for myself. Because I'm totally diggin' 'em.

There are still a handful of boxes in the basement laying dormant, sealed up from the move sixteen months ago. Tonight, as we scoured our subterranean depths for a long-unused mah jong set, we unearthed my chess set, a relic from my nine-year-old self carved in miniature from stone. I pointed out to The Boy the spot on the cedar box (a secret box, according to him) where I'd stenciled out my name in pearlescent glitter. And he marveled, as we played a re-inaugural game, at the heft and coolness of the pieces while he held them against his face and rubbed them between his fingers.

Shaped a mini squadron of crayon minifigs today for a Lego themed birthday present for a party tomorrow.

The Lunch Bear and I shared was less a transcendant culinary experience than a purging of items from our freezer. Udon noodles and gyoza and pork buns, on the surface of things, might seem close enough in continental heritage to pass for cohesion. And then I added the blueberries. Say what you will about our haphazard meal. Bear and I were fighting each other over each element of it.

I've started what I'm sure will be the years long project of digitizing all my recipes which had previously been accessed on index cards and magazines and books and sheets printed out and annotations to scrawls on the backs of envelopes. Will I miss the wine and marination stains? Of course. Will it be nice to condense the original texts into one cloud-accessing device? Absolutely.