Tasting a dessert (and loving it) and thinking, "I can re-create that recipe".

Doing so.

This evening, I will prepare it for the first time from my re-created recipe. I'll let everyone know how it goes!

please post this, if it's good!

It's got all the requirements... Sugar, eggs, butter, flour, rum, and puff pastry... The product will definately be good!

The question is if the recipe is good yet or not. I know I can follow it, but I want to make sure the recipe is complete enough for non-cooks to make as well.

The dessert is a cake called a Diplomat Cake, and it's layers of puff pastry, layers of sponge cake soaked in rum, and rum buttercream. A colleague of mine brought me a little, tiny slice from a bakery in Canada (which, apparently, is the best place to get it!). It practically screams for fresh strawberries to go with it.

Once the recipe passes my muster, I will certainly post it! Thanks for your interest and encouragement.

arrrrgggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh.... nearly ruined my keyboard with drool, trying to lick the words off the monitor!

oh good night! im drooling too!
please make this non cook possible!
d.

where in canada is the bakery?

that i had to transfer my personal favourites list to a larger book!
yay! 10 years and running.

The place is called Notte's Bon Ton (website). It's on West Broadway in Vancouver.

There are times when I'm just about to sink my teeth so far into work that I find myself getting emotionally involved... over the last few years, I've been able to step back from that and completely discount whatever I thought I was about to gain by doing so.

That ability is one of my favorite things now.

getting cedar cigar boxes w/ cool little hinges and latches - thanks dad!!

<> Watching good karma that you've paid forward flit from person to person in as long a chain as possible. --and being able to appreciate it w/o it never 'heading back to you'.

<> My son's giddy laughter and giggling when i'm acting the fool. (ok ok.. it's no 'act')

<> The way pets say "i love yo" by slowly blinking their eyes when they look at you.

Flirty smiles
places that still have miss pacman.

Getting someone who's been hurt to laugh. Even better, when she makes herself laugh.

Y'know... just seeing Ysobelle's name attached to the results of hitting View New Posts is a warm & fuzzy. No matter how short, how long, how scattered and how random getting that result is, it's fabulous.

Love you, N.

Free concerts.
Payday!
Seeing friends.
Work schedules that allow me to attend dance next Friday -- yeah!

sitting on the hood of my car and watching the barges on the mississippi river
the way the town smells like food
quiet days by myself
raucus hootenany parties with friends
making things with my hands

I'll drink to that, Mz. Cherry!

my friend that i haven't seen in years is coming to play, from michigan!!!!! tomorrow. now if only i had patience enough to wait that long ...

Sleeping in.

Donut shops with ummmm, let's just say non orthodost shaped donuts.
Pedro the lion concerts
People who insist that you have a spinning contest with them.

Clearing my sinuses by eating a big wad of Wasabi on a Tuna Roll.

I think you and I could be great freinds! I love doing that. Haha.

tasks you can still do when you can't sleep but are brain dead:
waxing the bike
polishing theatre shoes to a perfect black
watering plants

and darning knees in cords

Favorite thing? Dunno, but neat anyway....

We had an opening in our company appear this morning, at around noon. Sunday. Um, not posted or anything... I just mean somebody suddenly left.

I've already received two resumes for the position. Some job market, huh?

I know all to well how sparse the job market is.



Ok, favorite things...
Hairstylists that give me free pabst while I wait
getting my hair wash/ massaged with tea tree oil shampoo.
Feeling clean cut for the first time in two weeks.
Libraries that have cowboy beebop DVDs.

PABST? That's a favorite thing? Are you sure they weren't just cleaning out the fridge?

:: gag ::

Well, pabst is kind of a hipster Portland. Sure, it's cheap and more like beer flavored water, but still, it could be worst. It could be budweiser.

Having food!
long bike rides
hair sticks
jogging to the clock tower and back to work in under twenty minutes
my beautiful sister
long walks
the prospect of some well-deserved ice cream in just a few days more

Well timed power outages

(crossing fingers so I won't have pathology lab today)

feeling better.

My new church: Mosaic Atlanta. What a beautiful, loving, caring GENUINE bunch of folks! How's this. Last night during the service, we had 2 young ladies painting in expression of worship. I love this! I am finally excited about church again!
Thank You LORD!

yay!

yorkshire pudding!

Sleeping with Becky and Anne.

Wow. Maybe I need to reconsider that whole "soul patch" thing if Brandon (sporting one) is scoring two mondo-babes like Becky & Anne!

That's right! You, too, can score with two mondo babes like Becky and Anne if you grow a soul patch!

If by "score" you mean "spoon," than yes.

Well, that was nice. Makes being single a little less ... cold.

If this happens much more frequently, though, we might all have to move to Utah.

"Score"; "Spoon"... You call it what you like, hon!

How close are the writers of Pulpexplosion.com?

Yeah. That close.

oh too cute! shove over guys, were headed to utah!

*grabs Deb's waist and is dragged along* There is no way I'm missing out on this!

the more the merrier

Raindrops on roses and blue winter mittens,
Dewdrops on bushes and well fed black kittens,
Chickens and monkeys living in peace,
These are a few of my favorite things...

That's how it goes, right?

Steve

Forget it! Utah only allows that sort of thing if you marry your half sister(s). Your children must have spastic red hair, hugely freckled skin and badly crossed eyes with coke bottle end glasses. I know this firsthand. They went to high school with me.

Try Montana. Nobody cares what you do there. It's even legal to crack a cold one for the drive home after work. You can wave to the cops with your open bottle. Gavin is looking for room mates at Big Sky when he returns from Canada (or wherever he is). You could set up your weirdly questionable household and all you would have to do is watch over his snowboard and ski's because he is always wandering around the wilderness looking for the grizzly bear that wants to eat him.

maybe-finally-hopefully finding a piano to rent in this city!!

going to check out the studio tonight... it's not far from work, open 24 hours, and possibly cheap! wish me luck!!

(four years of apartment living and no practice space - i'm a little excited!)

::gets pen::

This picture just so makes me smile!

Smile all you want, Keith -- I'm not marrying the guy!

I came home today to find a new bag of Hint of Lime Tostitos in the pantry. Woo!

Hey becky: I miss ya.

Hope you come chat soon.

Chat. And all those who do it.

thanks guys.

My dad actually admiting that what he did was uncalled for.
Oh, and certain people who are really, really nice about telling me I've crossed the line.