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Nothing is ever as simple as one hopes it will be. Yesterday I made the pumpkin bread, banana bread and gingerbread--unfortunately, the first batch of gingerbread (which tasted excellent) stuck in the clever mini-bundt pans in which I'd made them, and the only recourse was to dig out the bread, keep it for household snacking, and try again. I generally like to make the different breads in different shapes so I can tell what I'm restocking at a glance, so (having made the pumpkin bread in mini-loaves and the banana bread in a star-shaped tube pan, and having been thwarted in my Bundt-ish plan for the gingerbread) I gave up and just made standard loaves of gingerbread. Life short. Then I had to take Avocado off to Girl Scouts, and by the time I got home I was pretty much shut of patience for cooking anything else.
So this morning, bright and early, I made the chocolate pound cake (in an uncomplicated tube pan). While things were cooking, I ran around cleaning up the house. The new couch was being delivered, so we didn't want to leave the house without a grownup for too long, so the Noble Spouse dropped me off at the mall where Avocado's Scout troup was doing "One Warm Coat," a service project collecting used coats. After two productive hours Avocado wound up going out for lunch with the crowd, while I went home to make cookies and wait for the couch people (Spouse had to give Emily her epic drag). His morning had been more or less consumed in trying to hang up lights on the outside of the house, only to find that all our lights had died, and the first set he bought to replace them didn't work. So there was a certain amount of holiday grouchiness going around.
It is now 11:30. Everyone else has gone to bed; I am babysitting the turkey (which went in late because certain other people were making spice cookies) and cuddling with the dog, who is probably going to utterly traumatized tomorrow. The girls have certain chores assigned which they promise faithfully they will complete, and of course I trust them utterly. By tomorrow night I expect to be flat as a noodle.
So this morning, bright and early, I made the chocolate pound cake (in an uncomplicated tube pan). While things were cooking, I ran around cleaning up the house. The new couch was being delivered, so we didn't want to leave the house without a grownup for too long, so the Noble Spouse dropped me off at the mall where Avocado's Scout troup was doing "One Warm Coat," a service project collecting used coats. After two productive hours Avocado wound up going out for lunch with the crowd, while I went home to make cookies and wait for the couch people (Spouse had to give Emily her epic drag). His morning had been more or less consumed in trying to hang up lights on the outside of the house, only to find that all our lights had died, and the first set he bought to replace them didn't work. So there was a certain amount of holiday grouchiness going around.
It is now 11:30. Everyone else has gone to bed; I am babysitting the turkey (which went in late because certain other people were making spice cookies) and cuddling with the dog, who is probably going to utterly traumatized tomorrow. The girls have certain chores assigned which they promise faithfully they will complete, and of course I trust them utterly. By tomorrow night I expect to be flat as a noodle.