The weather got cold and damp Saturday, which required a fire in the kitchen, which evolved into making sugar cookies. They didn’t turn out quite right, which means I have to make them again before too long. (Oh, darn!) I’d like to say it was the oven, but it is only five degrees cooler than it’s supposed to be, and the oven I’m used to is ten degrees off. I think it’s the flour. I can’t find the stuff I’m used to using, and you’d be surprised how much the grade of flour effects a recipe. It’s either that, or my impatience again in skipping the 1-hour-in-the-fridge part.
So today, I’m anxious to finish up the brush-up of chapter four. Almost done. I’ve got a new beginning to the next Hollows book that I’ve been kicking around, and I can’t wait to get to it. The question of if I should lose or keep that guy I was talking about a few weeks ago is moot. I’ve got something new planned, the idea coming from standing out in a cold pasture Saturday watching a cross-country track meet. Oh yeah. The ideas come from everywhere, and usually start with “I wonder how. . .”