When I woke up this morning my throat felt like I’d been swallowing broken glass all night. It’s a good thing writing is a silent occupation. Actually, I may end up grabbing a book, a blanket, and a cup of tea. It finally feels like autumn here today, so maybe I’ll brew up some Masala chai. Fever burns up calories, right?
I roasted corn on the cob yesterday and my house still smells sweet and toasty. I should do that more often, since my husband is sensitive to most scented candles. If I make chai, I’ll be adding cinnamon, ginger, allspice, cardamom, and clove scents. Looks like my house will smell good today.
I’m serving cake today because I missed my blog’s second birthday, which was this past Wednesday. My birthday is this month too, but I’ve decided to ignore that for the next twenty years. Blog birthdays will suffice. I’ll try not to let my blog’s “terrible twos” show through too often this next year.
Sorry, that’s all I have to say today. Grab a piece of cake and go read a better blog.
Cake photo credit: Monica Buck