Back to baking!

It’s been too long since I did any baking – high time I got started on it again! One of the girls at work has given up chocolate for Lent, so I had to put my plans to make this on hold so that I’d still be able to share. I was intrigued by this recipe for Orange Angel Food Cupcakes with Whipped Cream Frosting – I like angel food cakes but had never realized that they could be made as cupcakes. But they can!

And they’re good, too! The whipped cream “frosting” is a nice touch – as the original poster says, a more traditional frosting would have been too heavy for these cupcakes. As it is, it’s just a nice touch of extra sweetness. Perfect!

(The only problem is that it takes 5 egg whites, so now I have 5 egg yolks in my freezer waiting for a suitable recipe to use them up…)


I always have a hard time coming up with side dishes for my dinners and often end up having completely unrelated things together, but for once, I was actually rather coordinated with my meal planning! I spent basically the entire afternoon in the kitchen, but it was worth it – the Spinach, Poblano, and Cheese Enchiladas (except mine were two jalapenos instead of one poblano and one chile pepper) and Southwestern Avocado and Black Bean Salad were both pretty easy to make (though I got a bit frustrated with my corn tortillas which kept dissolving in my hands!) and very tasty to eat.

The enchilada recipe calls for a jar of premade enchilada sauce, something I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to find at my local market, so I made my own using this Emeril recipe.

The only problem with these two recipes is that they both made so much that I fear I will actually be eating them for the rest of my life. I guess I could have worse problems, but still!

Jude Law vs. Hotson

I wanted to see this movie to see if it was Jude Law that I liked or just Hotson – I mean, objectively, I admit that Jude Law is appealing, but I never really was in the Jude Law camp until I saw Hotson. But now I’m in the Jude Law camp.

The movie is problematic – quite a few little plot holes, to say nothing of the ending (Liz summed it up best when she said she felt betrayed by the movie. She’s so right! Betrayed!) – and I’m not entirely sure I liked it at the time, but now, the longer I think about it, the more I think I actually did like it. Not that I think I need to see it again, but I don’t feel like I was robbed of two hours of my life or anything.

If you haven’t seen the previews, essentially, in the glittery, kind of dystopian future, there’s a corporation who has gone into the business of offering synthetic organs and, when you fall behind on payments, they get repossessed by men like Jude Law and Forrest Whittaker (according to IMDB, their character names are Remy and Jake, but after the movie was over, neither Liz nor I could remember ever hearing anyone call Jude Law’s character by name…). Then Jude Law ends up being a repossessee rather than the repossesser and we’re off!

A warning – it’s violent. Like, over the top violent. But, yeah, there’s something really appealing about Jude Law – although when I first saw him and he didn’t have on his Hotson mustache, all I could think was ‘That’s not my Judesie!’

My rating: I don’t know that I’d recommend it, but it wasn’t terrible – maybe rent it?

ETA1: I forgot! The one thing I had no problems liking about this movie was the soundtrack! Very cool – lots of sort of downtempo, chillout remixes of things (it made me think of a Back to Mine CD really) that were at odds with the frantic or violent things happening in the movie (a cliche that I’m a sucker for).

ETA2: I also forgot! There are two appearances by people in shows from my Thursday night comedy lineup. Shirley from Community is in it and even has a few lines – and gets to threaten Jude Law! Way to go, Shirley! And I think I spotted the young, dark-haired girl from Parks and Recreation getting killed by Jude Law near the end. Way to go, young, dark-haired girl!


The Last Novel by David Markson

I actually finished this on the first plane trip on our way to Hawaii, but decided that it deserved more formatting than I could provide using Edward’s WordPress app, so here you go, a bit later than intended.

I love David Markson. LOVE. I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned it here before, but I do. I saw one of his books on someone’s shelf once – I think it was Reader’s Block – and exclaimed, ‘Oh, I love David Markson!’ and they responded with ‘Have you read it?!’ in a voice of such disdain and disbelief (whether directed toward me or David Markson, I’m not sure [why would I say it if I hadn’t read it?!]) that I couldn’t help but be a little offended (on his behalf as well as mine).

To me, reading a David Markson novel (except for Wittgenstein’s Mistress, I think) is what I imagine reading a Philip Glass piece would be like (and I don’t mean reading the music, I mean reading the music). They’re made up of little…factoids, for lack of a better term, about people, usually artists and literary figures – I don’t know whether or not they’re actually true (though one of them in this books leads me to believe they are – despite that, I treat them like I do Wikipedia – if it confirms what I thought, I believe it, otherwise, if I do end up passing the info along, I make sure to preface it with ‘Well, according to Wikipedia…’) – that, when taken as a whole, eventually tell a story. And occasionally they are little notes from the narrator/author.

Well, a theme, I guess, is more accurate.

The reason I liken his writing to Philip Glass’ music is that, as you begin reading, you can’t really see where it’s going and sometimes things seem to be repeated (in one of his books, this happens occasionally word for word until you reach the end and realize that they’ve gradually been changing and becoming less accurate and coherent – brilliant!) until there is a moment (like in Dickens, too) when suddenly everything falls into place and, looking back over what you’ve read, it seems so obvious but you couldn’t have reached that conclusion until you reached that particular moment. I doubt that makes sense, but it will if you pick up a David Markson book.

For example:

Enrico Fermi once wrote an entire full-length textbook on atomic physics in pencil – without an eraser. (24)

The first opera Toscanini ever saw, at the age of four, was Un Ballo in Maschera. The last opera Toscanini ever conducted, at the age of eighty-seven, was Un Ballo in Maschera. (25)

Poor England, when such a despicable abortion is named genius.

Said Thomas Carlyle of Charles Lamb.

Anybody can be nobody.

Said Eugene V. Debs.

Novelist’s personal genre. For all its seeming fragmentation, nonetheless obstinately cross-referential and of cryptic interconnective syntax.

Wondering why one is surprised to realize that Thoreau was dead at forty-five.

A lament of Schopenhauer’s:

Over how frequently the mere purchase of a book is mistaken for the appropriation of its contents. (51).

There are too many that I marked to share with you, but you get the idea. Better yet, I hope you’re intrigued enough to pick one up (Wittgenstein’s Mistress is more of a traditional novel, at least in format – I wouldn’t know for sure, though, as I haven’t read it yet [stop judging me, Schopenhauer!]). I can’t recommend him enough (despite the fact that, in the end, he’s usually a little bleak).

My rating: A+

And, look, he mentions my favorite person:

Freud’s addiction to cocaine.

Sherlock Holmes’. (107)