Baking

I'm off to the Festa Italiana Concert at the Piazza (Pioneer Square) even though it is too warm still. I do love opera, and Connie's husband is performing. And I don;t want to miss the open-air wine-garden and the italian morsels. Maybe I will get lucky and find some gelato.

I baked brownies last night using Dagoba's lavender chocolate, extra virgin olive oil, and orange flower water where my recipe called for water, then swirled in a bit of cream cheese blended with some sugar and more orange-flower water. My place smelled so yummy! And they came out perfect: 2" thick, heavy, not too cake-like, not too fugdey. I brought them to the pregnant lady at work and she could not believe I had made them. "They taste like gourmet!" she exclaimed. Of course they do. I made them.

Work was busy, for the most part. I haven't wanted to think much about D's letter. More memories are surfacing. I remember when I was 13 she told me it was just as well she'd married my father because if it wasn't for her he would have killed me already. Perhaps she was right. Should I be grateful to her for my life? I should be on the phone calling my therapist for an earlier appointment, that is what I should be...