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Party dress cookies

Excellent Sunday full of domesticity. If you follow this blog you will be getting by now that I simultaneously love and resist the domestic. It is something of a theme.

Naked cookies
O and I spent a chunk of the afternoon making cookies for the elementary school skating party. I was very low on butter and I don't keep shortening in the house, so I went on a quest for an oil-only cookie recipe, came up with a simple one that we tinkered with (a little more sugar, and the addition of lemon and orange zest, ginger, and a smidgen of nutmeg). They are rolled into ropes and twisted, then iced when they were cooked and cool. We colored the icing electric blue and hot pink. I liked them, and they disappeared from the cookie table. By twisting them, you create segments and crannies that are very pleasing to the tooth. Should I post the recipe?

Reading: Bit of New Moon's Arms

Writing: Diddly procrastination, then working on revising Lee scenes in Tucson. Tough stuff and exciting. Incremental progress. I wish I were in Tucson while doing this task. I like to tell myself that diddly procrastination is part of the process -- "Trust the process," Paul Selig always says -- I hope I am right.

Dinner: Cheese ravioli with garlicky chicken and broccoli with pesto, veggie broth and parmesan cheese.
A bit brothier than intended, but good.

Soundtrack: Z's orchestra is doing an arrangement from the of Barber of Seville this semester, so I thought we should listen to the real deal. She looked up from her homework when the overture played -- "Hey, we've heard this!" she said. "Well, you're orchestra is playing it," I replied. She screwed up her face and listened, nodding. Then she said, "That is crazy fast!" Got through the 1st act while making dinner.

Random thing: The Pasha took a long, luxurious bath tonight, listening to Storynory (thanks, Donna, for turning us on to that) while soaking in a Lush bath melt bath redolent of roses and sandlewood. When I stopped in to check on him, he told me of his plan to design a tub that is squishy and soft like my new memory foam mattress, but waterproof of course. "It's like all those pictures you see of ladies in the bath with their legs all stretched out," he said. "That would only be comfortable if you had  a tub like I'm talking about."


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