Actually it's twenty past six in the evening, but I've been up since ten, and I'm glad to say that my idea still feels like a good one.
My sister left earlier on, and I've been preparing for our now-definite trip to the beach, which starts tonight, for reason I've yet to comprehend. I've already made potato salad for myself (I'm the only girl going, so it's highly likely noone else will eat it) and a few sandwiches, and I've packed our stuff, since Nans couldn't as he's been working, blah blah blah.*
I've also packed the brownies I made when Alicia was over, and I'm making a sort of experimental chocolate cake. I would have made more brownies, only I had no eggs left, and I wasn't about to go out in that storm again to get some, so I added milk instead. I have no idea what the result will be - it's been half an hour already and it currently lookes like some bubbling chocolate volcano thing - but I'm hoping it'll be as nice as the batter was when I licked the bowl (really creamy and light). Don't ask me for the recipe, I just know that I put in 250g of sugar and little less of margerine, and the flour, cocoa powder and milk quantities were completely improvised.
I'll let you know what it's like when it's done.
*To all you feminists out there who are shouting out that I should stand up and get him to pack his own stuff, believe me, I thought about it. But then I remembered that if I had, it would devalorize my argument from all those times I got him to do my chores because I was working when he wasn't. And he did ask me very, very nicely.
My sister left earlier on, and I've been preparing for our now-definite trip to the beach, which starts tonight, for reason I've yet to comprehend. I've already made potato salad for myself (I'm the only girl going, so it's highly likely noone else will eat it) and a few sandwiches, and I've packed our stuff, since Nans couldn't as he's been working, blah blah blah.*
I've also packed the brownies I made when Alicia was over, and I'm making a sort of experimental chocolate cake. I would have made more brownies, only I had no eggs left, and I wasn't about to go out in that storm again to get some, so I added milk instead. I have no idea what the result will be - it's been half an hour already and it currently lookes like some bubbling chocolate volcano thing - but I'm hoping it'll be as nice as the batter was when I licked the bowl (really creamy and light). Don't ask me for the recipe, I just know that I put in 250g of sugar and little less of margerine, and the flour, cocoa powder and milk quantities were completely improvised.
I'll let you know what it's like when it's done.
*To all you feminists out there who are shouting out that I should stand up and get him to pack his own stuff, believe me, I thought about it. But then I remembered that if I had, it would devalorize my argument from all those times I got him to do my chores because I was working when he wasn't. And he did ask me very, very nicely.
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