I decided this morning that the ground hazelnut I used in the chocolate torte was too coarse and therefore not something I could serve at book club. There are international treatises against such things. I made orange almond cupcakes instead and I get to eat the torte for dessert and I have a suspicious feeling that I am never going to lose any weight.
The company Warren works for is looking to 'take costs' out of the business, which translated into English means cut jobs. Suckie old blasted economy anyway.
Another sunny day, alas. Worst drought since the 1940's. I'll maybe show you my brown grass sometime. Or my neighbours. Everyone's grass is brown.
Lately I have been thinking of these words from Margaret Mitchell: Life is under no obligation to give us what we expect.