The Stars and the Cookie Jar

So cold.

Are these the end times? Is this what the second term of George W. Chuckles heralded?

OMG so cold. And fiancee likes to sleep with open windows. I don't usually mind so much except when it's cold.

Tomorrow: clean bathroom, go to doctor's appointment, do a load of linens, swing by work to pick up tips. Busy busy day. After tips, I can afford to buy matzah, but I've been doing all right with the homemade-in-eighteen-minutes sort.

This is the bread of affliction, which our forbears ate in Egypt; but our forbears weren't afflicted with rent and co-payments and rising petrol costs all in the same week that all the income is outgo, and plain old matzah is $3.79 a box in the shops here and I don't have that. I do have a fresh sack of flour, some spring water and an oven.

I did splurge on a tin of cakemeal, and am going to make a Pesach lemon sponge filled with lemon curd and whipped cream for this weekend coming.

I chose the recipe because its second or third line, after instructing one to spread the genoise in the cake pans, is Don't panic!