The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I had a good weekend. I tried to stay away from the computer, and it mostly worked. I decided to go to New York for my birthday (we will have pizza, and Kosher Chinese food).

We ate red beans and rice and princess cake for dinner, which must surely be some kind of wrongheaded cultural fusion madness.

I'm baking a King Cake for work next weekend, because everyone down South brings the King Cake -- to the office, to the faculty lounge, whatever, you have one hanging around at home or you get one at Bruno's with way too many food dyes in the gloopy icing -- and I missed it this year. I haven't decided whether to fill it with just almonds and almond paste, or the less traditional but less expensive sweetened cream cheese with scant toasted almonds.

God I am not interesting.

I finished It Must Have Been Something I Ate, which I liked a little less than The Man Who Ate Everything. Tomorrow I'm going on to The Penelopiad, which I'll probably let sovay borrow when I'm finished.

And that's life as we know it.