Well, since the last post, I'd intended to be busy with more delicious baking - but, as fate would have it, I wasn't.
Last Wednesday's Cheesecake was supurb - I got the sweetest compliments from people - definitely making that again in the near future.
Behold, the Smoothe goodness:
It was very, very good.
So come Thursday night, I was again in the mood for baking (as always), and I had a reason to do so - we all had a craptacular week at work, and were in need of some sugary goodness. So, I made another plum tart - an actual plum tart, albeit with more sugar than last time.
Outcome: Very good - Sorry, I don't have any pictures.
And the very next day, Friday, I was intending to make an Angel Food/Pound Cake for the Family that I tag along to the Archery Range with on Saturday mornings - as a gift, and it gives me someone to experiment on, so it's a win/win situation. But an argument and a fight later, it's too late to bake. Ah well.
Saturday morning: I wake up sick. Kind of. Feeling sick, but not sick enough to stay home.
Shooting, overall, wasn't completely awful. 70 meters was awful, and I managed to come away with a bruise the size of a lemon - entirely my fault, I'm sorry to say.
Went shopping Saturday afternoon, bought two tart pans, a third 8'' cake pan (for the Italian Wedding/Creme Cake I'm making next week). And increase the pounds on my bow to 34lbs - unfortunately, it won't go any higher. Yes, I was ticked, as those limbs are supposed to go up to 36lbs. Oh well.
Saturday later afternoon and evening, however, my head's in serious pain - Excedrin, Airbourne, Echinacea, Sudaphed, Alieve, and Aspirin later, I can finally see straight again. Head colds are awful. Sunday morning was worse. It could've been classified as a migrane, except it wasn't. It did hurt, though.
Come Monday, it was all I could do to get from one four-hour period to the next: four hours being the amount of time that needed to pass before I could have my next set of sudophed, echinacea, airbourne, and excedrin. And, I was at work. I definitely was awake, though (one of the main ingredients in excedrin is caffiene). But unfortunately, by the time I got home, I was too sick and tired to shoot. Bleh. I hate being sick.
Get through Monday, Tuesday is a whole lot better, I run home from work, eat dinner, and get ready to shoot. So I put my bow together, put the string on it, and just as I lift the bow (using the correct method of stringing, thankyouverymuch), something in my lower back pops. (Insert expletives here) I tore a muscle. Severe Pain. Several deep breaths later, I manage to stand up again, and try to once again string the bow. As I can't bend over, this doesn't work well.
Somehow, I manage to string the bow (the "improper" way), shoot as many rounds as possible until my muscles give out with the extra poundage, put all equipment away, and put tiger balm on my lower back. And then, I bake.
A Blueberry Cheese Tart - a recipe I managed to weasel from the Swedish mother of a very good friend of mine. A killer recipe.
And I know you'll kill me for this, but I don't have any pictures - we were late (read: Dad didn't get out of the shower early enough for me to have time to steal the camera and take pictures), and had to rush to work. And, of course, it's completely gone before lunch.
But, I will be making the tart again this weekend - my sister is bringing her boyfriend over for the first time on Sunday, and it's a very good dessert. Especially with my hommade Vanilla Ice Cream. I'll take several pictures for documentation, I promise.
Later on tonight, after I run home from work with my back aching with every step, I try to string my bow again the proper way. Major ouch. Stupid, stupid me. But I shoot anyway, do craptacular, and (for now) tell myself that it's becasue of the extra weight. Which is probably mostly true.
Let's see if I'll be able to move tomorrow. And go to work. In three inch heels.
Next post: Purpleish Blueberry Cheese Tart, Creamy Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream, and Lighter-than-Air Angel Food Cake.
And I promise I'll have pictures.
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