I think I decided to turn my brain off this weekend. No challenging books were devoured, no useful writing was done, and shoes were lusted over. Some weekends are like that.

Because of the aforementioned Betty Crocker “bio” reading I decided to make an orange chiffon cake. [Thoughts on “Finding Betty Crocker”: the author could have spent more than 45 seconds thinking up a title.]

Out of season, but still delicious. Chiffon cakes were entirely “new” cakes when invented, meaning not butter or sponge-type. The secret was vegetable oil and an unholy shitton of eggs.

The drawback is that though it stays moist for quite a while, the cakes don’t taste of much. This one has orange juice, zest, and candied orange peel on the top to gussy it up.

You mix the flour and other dry stuff with the zest and oil and juice, and then you get to my favorite part, which is gently folding the stiff egg whites into the batter.

Then it bakes for an hour and LO! it can be friends with Halo’s cake.

Other than that, I was like teeny tiny crafty. I glued fat blunt plate back together (it exploded apart tragically at some point), after getting some proper glue and mooching a cocktail glass off P. who bought it at Goodwill this weekend. Goodwill was fricking groovy and yielded clothes for littleley and biggie people and a tablecloth and this hilarious plate.

Does this make you want to start a niche blog about hilarious plates with poor grammar? I can smell the book deal already. I almost replaced my elegant top plate with this one, but I snapped out of it and hung it on the wall above my stove instead.

I have been saying this over and over all weekend as it is written. P. says, “I KNOW. sigh.”

So, the tiered plate will go in my LBJ room in my future bed and breakfast, next to the photo of The J swinging his dogs around by their ears.

And while wandering around the fabric store waiting for my seamstress (who fixed part of my robe before snapping a needle, and sewed up a loose seam on the dress I was wearing on F-Off England day), I found tassels. Tassels class everything up, IT ARE A FACT. I guess I have grown out of Hello Kitty cell phone charms. :'(

Today I gave up any pretense of trying to do anything and went to the Fremont Market with Srcsmgirl.

I think I needed the weekend off like whoa. Happy weekend! Was it good for you?