Cookie Time for Daddy!

As we spent the past two days hauling and lugging things, as well as disassembling them and then reassembling them in a new location, and furthermore as my mother is in Israel and it is Father's Day, we decided to sleep in today and go to the evening service at church.  My dad took advantage of that fact and decided to 'help out' our neighbors by serving as the fourth when they go golfing.  They really had to twist his arm.

My sexy red KitchenAid Artisan mixer is now resting in my new kitchen in Baltimore, awaiting the tons of mixing and baking it will soon do.  In the meantime, I will use my mother's stylish and serviceable (but not sexy, as it's only white) KitchenAid to make some cookies a la Megan for my heavy-lifting dad and bro.

Hurrah for low-altitude, completely calibrated ovens.  Colorado Springs is wonderful, but try as I might, I simply couldn't get any of my baking recipes to work.  Whether it was the altitude or the strange oven, I'll never know.  Suffice it to say that there are some very good things about the lowlands.

Hm.  In the past half hour, two randomly chosen television programs (one on modern British history, one on the development of Science Fiction) and one education web site have all mentioned Mary Shelley and her novel Frankenstein.  If I were a character in a Fforde book, I would imagine that entropy was dangerously low and that Aornis Hades was trying to kill me.  Either that, or that I should read Frankenstein. 

I had intended to review some mathematical formulae and such today, in preparation for my Praxis I Computerized Reading, Writing, and Mathematics tests (also known as the SAT for teachers) when I discovered that the mathematical questions posed include such brainbogglers as: "What is one quater of a million?"

Back to my lovely book it is.