Cool, will check at 30 minutes and then keep checking after that. The batter tasted good, so I think it'll turn out fine.
Also? The KitchenAid Mixer IS GOD.
'Underneath'
[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.
Cool, will check at 30 minutes and then keep checking after that. The batter tasted good, so I think it'll turn out fine.
Also? The KitchenAid Mixer IS GOD.
Am in the waiting room at the chiropractor. Fingers crossed this works. Getting drunk last night helped by relaxing the muscles, but they are tensing up again.
I have no better advice about the cake, but I feel like Tep left out the obvious "The Boy likes carrot(cake)s" aside.
(To be clear, I'm not sniding about mentioning The Boy, but you frequently say "likes carrots" wrt him, so the joke occurred to me...I've over-explaining, aren't I?)
Bev, no, not just you! I find I like looking at younger people with an appreciation of their beauty but no sexual interest, while it's more often a more mature, and aesthetically less "perfect", form that interests me sexually.
Steph, another alternative would be to put the batter into two 8" pans.
Catching up after a loooong time away - so glad to be back!
Not much to say, but ....
Seska, one advantage to taking a bat to uni people would be to give them the experience of dealing with a system that doesn't accommodate the able-bodied.
Barb, perhaps the crazy lady is going through a bad bit of writer's block and is taking it out on someone convenient (and maybe you're not the only one - could she be harassing other people?).
And the discussion of friendship and relationships was interesting.
eta: and Daniel Radcliffe has grown up nicely. Aims, now that Wills is engaged, perhaps you could focus on Daniel.
Tep left out the obvious "The Boy likes carrot(cake)s" aside.
Ahahaha!!! I was so focused on not screwing up the cake that I totally missed it!
Cake is still baking -- at 35 minutes it was lightly brown and had risen appropriately, but the middle was still jiggly. Smells great, though.
Spicy brains and overt geekery (especially old, old, old-school geekery like Lehrer fannishness) push my buttons regardless of the person's age (mostly regardless; I'm pretty sure that anyone younger than Radcliffe or old enough to remind me of my grandfather at the end of his life would be a no-go, no matter how spicy and geeky).
Seriously, I never saw Radcliffe as anything but a sweet kid and never felt anything but a motherly, "Such a nice boy!" until that clip. It was the having stayed up all night to memorize it and, when he lost his place, having to go all the way back to the beginning of the verse to pick up the thread again that did it.
I was going to post this in Movies, but it's really about double entendres, so I think it's for Bitches. Read the sweet interview with Elizabeth Banks, and then enjoy the rather hilarious comments: [link]
Steph, another alternative would be to put the batter into two 8" pans.
I was going to make 2 layers and frost it as a layer cake. But we're taking the cake over to Tim's dad's house tonight, and we don't actually own a cake carrier (to my surprise). So to avoid trauma in transporting the cake, I went with the big flat pan.
Just checked it again (bake-and-post!), and I think it really will end up taking double the amount of time. Gluten-free baking is sometimes wonky like that.
thanks for continued Taz~ma. Tom brought him to get an ultrasound in Metarie, since our vet couldn't do one until Tuesday. He dropped him off and is attempting to do some work before heading back.
Once blockage occurs, shit goes south real fast, and I'd rather not wait the weekend before knowing what the status of stuff in there is.