Easter break is slowly winding to an end, and we have gone on a baking extravaganza. What usually happens in the Sewall household is that we'll just sit around and eat and then go shopping to buy stuff with which to bake and then we bake and then we eat. It's a vicious cycle. We made these amazing strawberry cakes (woe on whoever it was - Jacob maybe? - that dissed Jenna's cooking. She was furiously determined to prove her skills in the oven) and raspberry cheesecakes (actually mainly for our friend Clayben who had emergency brain surgery the other week. He's back in Straw Plains with the parentals now, but we now fondly call the back of his head a zipper), cupcakes and white chocolate macadamia nut cookies and now we have these quadruple chocolate tuxedo cookies that we're going to dip in white chocolate and they will be divine (yeah, those were just purely for us).
K-Weezie and Lil Debbie were dougie-ing it out last night, which is the best thing since toaster strudels, even better than seeing them breaking it down on the wii to Katy Perry's Firework. Megan came in the other night and insisted on waxing off her fiance's chest hair, and so he was laying on the kitchen floor in agony as she gleefully ripped out chunks of his manly chest follicles and bits of skin. The next morning he looked like a plucked chicken and he was all red and welted-looking.
Um, what else did we do. Oh yeah, we went shopping the other day in Turkey Creek and limited ourselves to a stop at Vickie's and Ross.
Kurt Vonnegut and I have been bonding over Galapagos, and Eric came over yesterday and we watched Dinner for Schmucks. Not a bad break but sadly I'm ready to get back to school and get this semester out of the way. Also, I feel like a beached whale and I need to detox from all this food overload for the next 48 hours. Summer's coming soon and I want to see my parents so bad. All I want is a gooey, sticky, juicy mango. That's the second thing I want to do. I will eat the mango and rub it all over my face.
0 comments:
Post a Comment