Okay, I know I haven’t been too active on here and I’ve missed you all but you know how this thing called “life” works. Many of you have also found yourselves bogged down with “stuff” and social networking AKA blogging is out for a bit. There’s still a lot of “life” going on at the moment and a Calgon moment on a deserted island (well, not completely deserted: just a masseuse, gourmet chef, and a well-stocked library) would be much appreciated. Instead, I will have to settle for a steaming mug of Chai (soy latte). Yes, coffee is still out (I’m holding up *barely* in case you were wondering). I hope all has been well with you and, in case it hasn’t, here’s some positive thoughts via cyberspace. Hoping for some tranquility and lulls. . .
*sigh* I will admit it. I’m in the throes of withdrawal and it’s not pretty. It’s been over a week and I’ve had to forgo that which makes my mornings bright, my brain less fuzzy, and my day fulfilled. Some of you know what I’m talking about. Some of you can empathize because you, too, like (okay, love) your morning jolt. I don’t expect a lot. I’m taking each day as it comes: hoping for the best, appreciative of the simple, and not as irritated when life flings strife my way. Yet, I’m less enthused about facing what lies ahead without my cup of Joe. With my special Christmas mug (a gift from my daughter) filled to the brim with Breakfast Blend and topped off with Vanilla Silk, I can accomplish anything. Without it, I can still accomplish everything but it’s not as much fun (and the pace might be a tad bit slower). So, here’s hoping that this dry spell will end soon and I may, once again, enjoy my cherished morning ritual. Long live coffee!
It’s nearly Christmas. Translation: baking. While guys might get turned on by V8 engines, raked front ends, and flex ratcheting wrenches, some of us, domesticated women, realize that a KitchenAid stand mixer means sexy. The power and force behind this 30 lb. beast means durability and high performance. What more could we ask for? Maybe a direct drive, all steel transmission? Yup. A burnished, spiral, dough hook? Yup. A six quart, stainless bowl with handle? Uh huh. Okay, I admit it. I’m sorta in love. Since baking is pretty much a labor of love, it’s all good, right? So guys, enjoy your Craftsmen and Makitas. I’ll be in the kitchen, mesmerized. . .