Some people are destined for greatness. And then theres the rest of us, shining examples of what-not-to-do. My experiments with beauty, glamor and other elusive feminine attributes continue unabated. Gentlemen, avert your eyes. I may hold forth on topics unsuitable for your untried ears (or eyes, in this case)
I have been dressing up and going to work for the whole of last week. Feel the fatigue in my spirit. Of course, I don't go to work undressed. But, gentle reader, note that I am a lab rat, of the species Geekus Supremus. If I had to choose between spending time with a muscle, a neuron and epidermis, I would pick muscle. Any day. Any time. Never-the-less, the epidermis is what the world sees first. And therefore, it is often important to package self suitably and deliver self to work.
Interminable loads of laundry were done. My spirit cringed, weighed down by domestic chores as I ironed my 'formal clothes'. Got the hair situation under control. Even wore foundation. And then, drat it all, it rained. %$#@! I went to work looking vaguely mottled. Perhaps speckled. Sigh.
Needed something that would serve as a balm to my wounded soul. Lavender Tea Bread. Ah, the sight of billowing curtains and the lovely bread... I'm beginning to recover already!
Bought this lavender plant at the public market. It is wonderfully fragrant. Followed the original recipe quite closely. Substituted 1/2 cup plain flour with 1/2 cup amaranth flour. Also topped it with a lemon glaze. The lavender flavor is not cloying and paired up quite nice with lemon. While whole wheat flour would not work, amaranth held its own. All in all, its a delicate, girly bread. Quite dainty. I'm hoping some of that will rub off on me. Ha.