Happy birthday, Raq and Kathy, and happy day after your birthday, Pete!
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
happy day after your birthday, Pete!
Oh, yes, this too!
The lamb cake had an unfortunate case of head being separated from body when I took it out of the mold. However, toothpicks and lots of frosting reattached it.
The cake looks slightly pink, due to bits of red velvet cake smearing in the frosting. But the judicious over-application of coconut seems to have made it very faint. I'm hoping no one notices until they cut it.
Happy Holiday in Recognition of Spring's Renewal as Filtered Through Religion! Jesus returns from the grave--and not as a zombie, the Horned God awakes, and all the others!
I saw daffodils this morning!
This post brought to you by going to work in sunshine and going home in sunshine.
Red velvet lamb: [link]
Headless: [link]
Pre-reattachment: [link]
Pink lamb: [link]
The final product: [link]
Heh. That lamb will bleed. Blood of Christ, dipped in cocoanut.
Nice lamb!
I am freecycling like MAD today. I wonder if there is a max on what you can post on offer.
Lots of stuff for the donation center too. We are getting a dumpster next week for the stuff that can't go to either.
The omelettes were so delicious. The lamb cake looks great! You'd never know it had been re-headed.
I am making chicken soup and dreading going back to work tomorrow. Not because I hate my job, but dear god, have I procrastinated this week?
And it's test prep week tomorrow. Bleargh.
Yummy lamb-cake!
DH is just starting the prep on our Easter dinner. I got up at 5:45 a.m. so I could get to church in time to warm up for the 7:15 service. It's cold and wet and soggy and all kinds of gloomy, but church itself was wonderful. The Hallelujah Chorus never sounded better. It's usually quite a bit sloppy because we invite anyone from the congregation who wants to sing to come join us--which means everything from a soloist from the Seattle Choral Society to people who've never actually sung it before and just kinda shout "Hallelujah" at random intervals. But our director has really been drilling the regulars on it, and it came together pretty well at the first two services. At the third, about a page in I realized that we were hitting EVERYTHING. It absolutely clicked. I had chills down my spine singing, we got a sustained ovation, and the pastor said, "That was AMAZING."
So, I had a good Easter already, and my husband is getting ready to roast a large chunk of pork. Life is good.