But far be it from me to leave a bookstore with out a bag of books…
I bought a copy of The Decameron (Giovanni Boccaccio) that made the counter attendant smirk. I’m sure he would be morally outraged if he had a clue about how young I was the first time I read it (I only bought it because I was feeling nostalgic).
You know, my early reading endeavors could go a long way to explaining my current self…
1. The Little Guides Cookies
2. Mary Englebreit’s Cookies Cookbook
3. The Cook’s Encyclopedia of Cookies
Catch a theme?
I’ve really wanted to bake cookies lately. I love cookies (I love to eat cookies, but I will not allow myself). I love to give people cookies (because they then feel the need to praise you endlessly—or at the very least, for the rest of the day). Most of all, I just love all types of baking.
I have cookies on the brain.
Only I live in an efficiency apartment, so very efficient that it doesn’t even have an oven (only a stove top, sink and fridge), so baking (in any traditional sense) is impossible.
Why is it that we always want the very thing we cannot have?
I was drawing Chinese fortune sticks (Chien Tung) earlier and pulled a 13.
Thirteen is not good.
Naturally, I tried again, only to get 13 a second time.
Frustrated and more than slightly perturbed (I am NOT superstitious—bah!) I gave the canister a really good shake and drew again.
Fortune is not a lady to be cheated. Now to only get through today so that tomorrow might bring a better outlook.