some baked goodies are seasonal. i always make sure i don’t miss out on springtime hot cross buns and poppy seed hamantaschen. sweet adeline bakeshop had the buns at easter and nabalom has helped me get my poppy seed fix for the last two months. i was also delighted to discover poppy seed rugelach at crixa cakes. according to blood type diet theories, i benefit from eating sesame seeds not the poppy . . . but we like what we like. besides, i can’t eat those little honey sesame candies; they might pull my crowns off! speaking of crowns, i just made the queen of cakes, maida heatter’s, poppy seed bundt cake. as usual, i found her instructions too crazy meticulous and simplified the steps a bit. but i did fuss just the right amount, separated my eggs, and used lots of bowls. outcome: simply delicious! stop on by and i’ll brew you some coffee too.
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i don’t need to take suze’s financial age quiz to figure out how mature i am about managing my finances. i will probably always feel like a kid just happy to have an allowance when i am around other adults discussing their savings, investments, homes, travel & work. i don’t understand large sums of money; all big numbers are the same to me. stars are really big, right? but they just look like flashes of light in the night sky. now when the dogs’ eyes are described as the size of saucers or the size of dinner plates i am able to follow right along. and if i have enough pocket money to go out for coffee and a goodie everyday then i am a fortunate creature who must have had three wishes granted somewhere along the way.
i have an immature but also ancient approach to religion as well. surely sun worship is much older than the son of god, yes? i am always most alive and filled with cheer in the warm embrace of the sun. and we sun worshipers suffer greatly when our god hides from us. i also believe in angels . . .
i’m sure we all have friends like this. you have known them since you both were wee but you kinda have to brace yourself when you get together these days. my friend consistently arrives three hours later than expected and then drives like a bat out of hell when you climb into her car to get to the event she promised to attend with you. meanwhile she has parked her babies (parrot & cockatoo) in your bedroom. do you know what large exotic birds do when they make themselves at home? they scream. sorry, neighbors. i haven’t been this chagrined since caring for my daughter’s extremely loud barking duck for ten years up north. i was always worried a neighbor would finally snap and shoot our duck. so this time, i risked getting in my friend’s car and we drove up to the elmwood where i took her to my favorite eatery: summer kitchen. i usually visit summer kitchen for my coffee/goodie fix but they make gorgeous gourmet food as well and i sometimes have to take their soup home with me. my friend badgered them with is it vegetarian, is it vegan, is it gluten-free questions concluding with . . . is it any good? you can see my face under ‘mortified’ in the dictionary now. and the roasted cauliflower garlic leek soup was, of course, very good.
despite threats of rain, headwinds, and a lack of an extroverted desire for social activity, buster and i made it to a small evening party in oakland. the celebratory event marked the splendid continuing health of another childhood friend. there were neighbors, friends, artists, gardening buddies, and old hair clients present. i got to brag that i have known the star of the party for over forty years since we were grade school besties. i enjoyed strawberries, guacamole & chips, and kisses from her very sweet, very old dog. and i was reminded why socializing with a house full of strangers can be so draining . . . the loudest people win, don’t they? just because you are outwardly quiet doesn’t mean you want to give all your attention to others. maybe you are having a thought or two. in your head. all by yourself. i was allowed to pedal away before it got dark. i was really happy to have seen my friend again. maybe she’ll want to go for coffee with me soon. we could go to summer kitchen in the elmwood. i owe them.