My latest endeavor is making a sour cream cake that is to be sliced in half length-wise and filled with lime curd I made earlier in the week. Then I will frost the whole shebang with cream cheese frosting. Because when I'm not reading adoption blogs or LOLCATS or Freakonomics, I'm usually reading food blogs.
And now I'm covering the cake with foil because my parents are pinko Commie fucks who DON'T OWN A 9X9" CAKE PAN.
Anyhow, last night I had dinner with Mary. It was pretty good. I finally met her husband, and he's...different. He made a comment about black people that basically implied that he thought they were like cats or something and if you didn't provoke them, they wouldn't attack you. I don't think that the statement was inherently or intentionally racist, it just speaks to where he comes from. Which is clearly not where I came from. Not even remotely.
I hung out until about 10.30, but decided I should go because I was sleepy and the wine I had at dinner didn't help anything. When I was walking to my car, they stood on the stoop yelling, "Drive carefully! Be safe!" and I caught myself just before turning back and pointedly saying, "Thanks mom and dad."
Quis hic locus, quae regio, quae mundi plaga?