Baking

A Long Time Coming

Last week I went home for the first time since January, and I must say, I was FREEZING in my house. I’m just not used to being in air-conditioned places for long periods of time, so I spent a lot of time under a blanket. One good thing about the cooler indoor temperatures was that I was able to bake without personally baking. I started off slowly, with just a double batch of my chocolate chip cookies to bring to a reunion lunch the next day.

Then, on the morning of the lunch I made some cinnamon rolls with a cream cheese icing, but they didn’t last for very long, hence the lack of a picture. However, they didn’t look very different from the ones I made for Midnight Breakfast, so that picture will work just fine.

The next night I wanted to make a cake, but I changed my mind and settled on cupcakes and a vanilla buttercream frosting.

I do wonder what my parents have done with all the treats I left at home. Have they eaten them all? Let them go stale?

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Pictureless, Sad Business

The heatwave that plagued NYC last week claimed more than just the lives advertised on the news. Early last week, I had to say goodbye to Fishy-Fishy, who perished in his bowl because I could not keep the water cool enough in my boiling room. Late that night, my suitemate and I had a funeral for him, expressing our anguish at his loss and our anger at the heatwave for taking him from us. Fishy-Fishy was a good fish. He served my classroom well, and provided companionship for his bowl-mate, Fishy. At the moment, Fishy seems to be doing okay without his friend; he’s eating and swimming, so I won’t be too worried about him. He’s a tough little fishy.

In other saddening news, the heatwave also claimed Catherine’s life. I’m sorry to say that she didn’t stand a chance against the unbearable heat in my dorm, which resulted in her leaves essentially being fried to bits, even though I watered her profusely. I wanted terribly for her to pull through, but it was all to much for her to handle. She was such a young kidney bean plant, and I was so pleased with her progress before the heat hit. She will also be missed. Her side of the windowsill will remain empty for the time-being, as a testament to the emptiness which I feel when I look at that section of the window.

I hope that the remainder of the summer will be free of loss, as this has been a lot to handle recently.