- Kids do not judge birthday cakes by how elaborate or arty they are. They judge them by how much candy is on them, with bonus points for marshmallows. I made the above cake for my daughter's birthday yesterday, planning to make something more elaborate for her sleepover tonight, but she was so pleased, she asked to save this cake to share with her friends. I did not complain and we celebrated her birthday with chocolate ice cream.
- At forty, I can still muster all the self-righteous indignation of twenty. While running the other night, there was a Porsche parked on the sidewalk in front of a "spiritual centre." The thought of someone looking for enlightenment while being so oblivious infuriated me (I have some enlightenment for you, don't be a dick). Every time I passed that car, my fingers twitched with vandalism. I did not act on my juvenile impulses but was kind of impressed that they were still there.
- Eight is a great age. My baby is eight and she's more like a person every day. I mean, she thinks about stuff and feels empathy. It really is an incredible privilege to watch kids grow up.
- Roald Dahl is so great. We are reading The BFG and enjoying it, especially the language. Jumbly and scrumdiddlyumptious should totally be real words.
- This is a great song, and was my daughter's favourite when she was three. I will never forget her having us obsessively play it over and over for her, as if if she were trying to memorize it. I figured it probably meant she would grow up to be as cool as Kim Deal. So far so good.
Instead of a recipe I have a link this week. There is a sleepover in my very near future, and I still have a few things to prepare. I've made this spread a couple of times and it is really good. I am a regular reader of the Healthful Pursuit blog, but I haven't made many of her recipes because all those health food store ingredients are so expensive here. This recipe is simple enough and it's delicious.
|sweet almond spread|