Poetry Tuesday: An Imaginary Tantrum

Un-True Story

Juice box straw broke the camel's back.
We both say please.  The shorter, cuter one wins.
She's sunny; I feel my own rumble.
Balled hands could bite the dirt in rage.
Shod feet remember how to stamp.
Someone over thirty is shouting in my head:
"I want juice, too!" She calls it, "Elmo,"
And isn't even three.
So that must be me.

Trickle-Down Cakenomics

Caitlin made a vegan chocolate cake for a Passover/birthday dinner on Monday evening. She brought some into the office yesterday and gave a leftover slice to Jeff. Apparently knowing how I feel about cake, Jeff offered half of his slice to me. It was delicious.

If you think you don't like vegan food, you should at least make an exception for vegan chocolate cake. I love vegan food, but I wager you won't be able to tell that most vegan chocolate cakes are vegan.

Now that I've used the word vegan so many times in a row, I'm exhausted.

Saturday Biscuit Delivery

(photo by Dan)

Just before noon and already wearing my coat and scarf, I whipped a double batch of buttermilk biscuits out of the oven, threw them in a basket (covered by two cloth napkins) and ran them over to our friends' house a few blocks away (brr! cold outside!) to share the feast. Lingonberry and currant jellies went well with these.


(photo by Dan)

Biscuit lesson learned: When you double the recipe, don't double the salt. They were good, but could have been divine.