Just in case we forgot, winter is coming. It was easy to be lulled into complacency given 75-degree days earlier this week. And then yesterday...snow. And today...a high of 34 degrees. Alrighty then.
Thursday, when it was still warm outside, I actually spent a good part of the day baking. I'm not really much of a baker, but I contribute a cake or two each year to John's office's United Way fundraiser (they sell off pieces of baked goods and donate the proceeds). This year I kept it pretty simple with cheater's coconut cake (made it last year too) and chocolate bundt cake with killer chocolate sauce. John bought six pieces - by my count, almost half of each cake. Very...John.
Friday, Suz and I braved the snow with a drive to Buffalo to check out a few antique stores. It is a testament to how fond I am of Susie that not only will I shop with her (I really don't like shopping), I actually enjoy shopping with her (I really, really don't like shopping with others). We had a blast, cruising around and even enjoying a totally tasty junk-food lunch at Culver's. Which put us both in a coma. Turns out even better-quality junk food is still, well, junk.
Moderate it: bake it, then give it away! Works like a charm, unless your husband buys half of what you baked and brings it back home. Hmmm...
