I'm sorry, Aims.

Ah, what would the late night comedians and editorial cartoonists do without colorful politicians?

But I'll have to borrow my sister's frosting tube thing.

You can just make lumps with a spoon -- less pretty obviously, but still as delicious.

Oh Aimee, how sad, she sounds like a great person. I'm sorry.

So I woke up this morning with Monica to discover I had been sleeping on a piece of chocolate. It melted all over my back and the bed sheet.

And with that, I think tommyrot wins at weekend plans.

Chocolate cake = B

Aims, it sounds like a lot of people will be mourning her deeply with her. She will get a great sendoff (although too soon!). I'm so sorry that you lost her, and that you're grieving her.

Sunday mornings I have a baking ritual where I make the week's munchies while Nurse Woo is late. I've been juggling an oatmeal cookie recipe from CI--anyone made it? It calls for two cups of sugar (1 white, 1 brown). That's nuts (don't--just don't)! In last week's batch I used 1/2 a cup of brown, and just over half a cup of agave syrup (light). And it was too sweet still, which is ridic. So this week I dropped it to half a cup of agave and that's on the side where they're fine for me, but I wouldn't share them. And the brown sugar does make a difference. I wonder if 3/4 cup of dark agave syrup could be the answer?

Because today felt like a Sunday I found that by the time nine o'clock had rolled around I'd made a batch of oatmeal muffins. I was sure that when I went to bed I was planning on CI's chocolate cupcakes. What the fuck happened overnight?

I'm at that "OMG, I suck! I'll ruin it!" stage of a picture. The outlines all look like they're in the right place, and now I'm convinced that when I layer on the shadows I'll ruin it. I hate this phase. So I'm going to learn some JavaScript for a bit instead.

I noticed at the market yesterday that there was granulated maple sugar in the alternative sweeteners section. Too pricey for my current budget, but oh my, that would be nice to sprinkle on breakfast cereal and stuff....

This is why I can't do art. Because I have no talent and I overthink.

Well, number 1 is more the reason than number 2.

Lately, I've been making a ton of food from Smitten Kitchen. I don't have the cookbook, but I love her blog. I love that she has a tiny kitchen and makes delicious, sometimes fussy, but always tasty food. Yesterday we had the brisket which, oh my god, I adore.

Anyhow, I think you'd like the smitten kitchen recipes, ita, as they go light on the sweet.

Aims,

I'm sorry, what a terrible accident.

I've never really heard of this blog which I can't help reading as Smitten Kitten. But I will go investigate.

A trend I'm finding with some tumblr artists (that's all I can speak about) is that they livestream their work. They chat amiably to an amassed internet audience while they whip up their latest masterpiece in Photoshop or whatever is their tool of choice.

FUCK ME. Even if there were a way to project my 12th centure technology, you don't need to see that! You can play with the baby without watching the episiotomy.

That degree of surety boggles me. No one gets to watch me create anything (::hugs singlehood tightly if a bit lonelily::).

I need to make a roulade so I have something for lunch tomorrow (and perhaps the rest of the week). This'll be my first one, so I hope it is (a) not too difficult, (b) tastes pretty good and (c) freezes okay because the plan is to make 8 servings and have lunches already made for a while.