i realized this morning that i had three days worth of chores to do as tomorrow i'll be in metamora all day and fri i will be busy baking blue things. i didn't want to get started but i did, gus helped, and i got it all done. laundry, floors, dusting, rugs....and we got him a haircut. he looks great! he is the bestest hair cut-ee their is, just looking around the whole time. the stylist gave him a fauxhawk before we left. he will be set for saturday!
on my 22nd birthday i hung out at my parents' and swam/drank beer with my friend dave and kt. my mom made me a huge birthday cookie and while she was icing it my brother and i were talking about bonsai trees. my mom cried out and i looked over and she had spelled HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANDAI on it in pink icing. ooops. she took a picture of me, half drunk, holding my misspelled birthday cookie and that pic was the beginning of my thesis body of work for my senior year of college. welll last night about 1245 i woke up to the smell of cinnamon rolls that jj was baking. i fed hudson, fell asleep. i kept waking up smelling that sweet goodness, until h woke me up at 340 or so and it smelled weird. i started to feed him and i had this nagging feeling so i went downstairs and jj was fast asleep on the couch. the rolls had been baking at 400F for about 3 hours. they usually need only 8 minutes or so. i opened the oven and do not know how we didn't have a fire. they were coal black and the pan was a nice copper brown color due to him greasing it before he baked. i yelled and woke him up and we got them outside and the windows opened. i instantly had a headache.
this morning i got up early to tan at 7 and when i went outside i took a pic of the pan because, well...it's so damn beautiful. it looks like a drawing i did sophomore year of college. i have an urge to draw that. why am i 'drawn' to baking accidents?? i'm not talking about thiebaud cake paintings, though they are very yummy.
on my 22nd birthday i hung out at my parents' and swam/drank beer with my friend dave and kt. my mom made me a huge birthday cookie and while she was icing it my brother and i were talking about bonsai trees. my mom cried out and i looked over and she had spelled HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANDAI on it in pink icing. ooops. she took a picture of me, half drunk, holding my misspelled birthday cookie and that pic was the beginning of my thesis body of work for my senior year of college. welll last night about 1245 i woke up to the smell of cinnamon rolls that jj was baking. i fed hudson, fell asleep. i kept waking up smelling that sweet goodness, until h woke me up at 340 or so and it smelled weird. i started to feed him and i had this nagging feeling so i went downstairs and jj was fast asleep on the couch. the rolls had been baking at 400F for about 3 hours. they usually need only 8 minutes or so. i opened the oven and do not know how we didn't have a fire. they were coal black and the pan was a nice copper brown color due to him greasing it before he baked. i yelled and woke him up and we got them outside and the windows opened. i instantly had a headache.
this morning i got up early to tan at 7 and when i went outside i took a pic of the pan because, well...it's so damn beautiful. it looks like a drawing i did sophomore year of college. i have an urge to draw that. why am i 'drawn' to baking accidents?? i'm not talking about thiebaud cake paintings, though they are very yummy.
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what a busy day! i wish i could be in metamora with you and gus! the behrends house has a open house tomorrow and we are getting ready...
whoa that pic looks like a bunch of burnt turds
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