And not in a good way, either.
After having a pound cake in the oven for nearly two hours at “350” degrees that is now crispy on the outside and STILL COMPLETELY RAW on the inside, there will soon be an oven thermometer winging my way from Amazon.com.
This one, to be precise, given top honors by Cook’s Illustrated.
Maybe THAT’S why my pie didn’t work out…
In an attempt to boost my baking confidence, I jumped right back on my Meyer lemon…horse, I suppose, and made the iced Meyer lemon cupcakes.
They turned out very well. So far, I think this is the best use of the Meyer lemons. Although I still taste some sort of chemically aftertaste in the icing, the cupcake part of this is very nice. I halved that recipe there and still got 18 cupcakes, so I’m glad I didn’t make the full batch.
So many of the little seeds that I planted last week in the egg cartons have actually outgrown their containers. I swear the instructions said to plant them 2-4 weeks before the last frost which I would say we’re at, but in three more weeks, I expect I’ll be overrun by plants, the sunflowers and pumpkins in particular.
Look! (In an attempt to buy them some space, I cut the egg cartons apart and placed them under my cake plate [to protect them from my two cats]. Then I realised that the labels I’d used were on the lids, so I’ve had to do some forensic reconstruction here to figure out who’s what…)
So the only ones that haven’t appeared yet are the watermelons. They’re outside at the moment as it’s not supposed to frost most of this week and they’ll be eaten by cats if they’re inside without cover. Hopefully the squirrel will realise that it’s in his best interests to leave them alone for now…
I’m also trying to grow an avocado tree – you have to start them hydroponically, so it’s still inside. No roots or shoots have appeared. I think it may be struggling as it has to compete with Arthur for its water.
No matter how loudly you play Radiohead, I will never love you the way I love Next-Door Neighbor because he
- Doesn’t play Radiohead at midnight. Yes, I know it’s a Saturday and I’m just up watching Green Wing, but still!
- Doesn’t let the hallway doors slam.
- And perhaps most importantly, DOES NOT STOMP UP THE STAIRS AT ALL HOURS OF THE NIGHT WITH HIS SIMILARLY STOMPY FRIENDS! Seriously, I did not think it was humanly possibly to make so much noise coming up a staircase. When he does it in the middle of the night and wakes me up, there is always a moment of ‘Frankenstein’s monster! It’s Frankenst- Oh. No, it’s just Stompy…’
Although as much as I complain about him, it could be a lot worse and I do worry about whoever’s moving into his apartment when he moves out. At least I’m used to Stompy and his Stompy McSlammerson ways (and his friends that confuse my apartment for his at 2:00 in the morning and pound on my door yelling ‘McSlammerson!’ until he opens his door. Which to be fair is not completely their fault since we are the only two apartments in the building without numbers on our doors and when you’re drunk and it’s 2 am, it’s probably hard to remember what side of the hall your friend lives on…). And at least he plays Radiohead loudly and not somebody horrible like…Linkin Park. Ugh.
Oh, Stompy. I’m gonna miss you. Here’s hoping your replacement at least has the same good taste in (loud) music.
Your slightly annoyed neighbor,