I’ve read so many posts from Americans who read recipes from the U.K. and say, “what’s self-rising flour”, that I was starting to think it didn’t exist in the U.S. I know my mother never buys any, and I’ve never bought any. There are certainly enough sites that explain how to compensate.
Glad to learn something.
I recognize that song. Couldn’t tell you the last time I heard it, though. According to Wikipedia it was on an episode of the Simpsons in 1994, so that could be when I heard it.
I rarely both to sift, but I usually get out a small whisk, since I’ll probably use it for something else in the same recipe.
Hubby made cream cheese brownies today, which is his first time making something I haven’t made before. His other first was cracking the egg and putting the egg in with the shells instead of in the cup. I told him even experiences cooks do that once in a while.
I have fingerless gloves at the office, because the desk gets cold, and typing all day makes my lower arms cold. Accidentally brought one pair home, and haven’t used them at all. I think wood (my desk at home) just seems warmer than steel.
I think I sort of have two nicknames, but there’s no confusion. (Except for my normal confusion.)
Not sleeping so wonderfully due to a number of reasons. Need to make sure I stretch my calves before I go to bed, as otherwise they seem to tighten up during the night. For the bad sleeing patterns, my doctor suggested evening primrose might be useful, so I could try that, as I’m at that age.
Bought some forced hyacinths at the grocery store. Hope they actually bloom. I know they’ll make my eyes water, but they’re pretty and smell good.
And due to the misnaming of Buttercup, I’m now wondering how shoe knows Pretzel is a she. But maybe I don’t want to know.
Time to settle down and watch the boob tube. Brownies are cooling. If they are edible enough, we’re taking them to a friend’s house tomorrow evening.

clean-out day so I’ll be uninterested in work. 
