I've just finished baking some ginger molasses sugar cookies. I used brown sugar only for that flaky and soft resemblance of the belt in the mouth cooking of ner. Of course it was my mom's recipe but judging by the way the house smells right now I hope and I am sure that I did well. I LOVE the smell of home baked cookies that spreads through the house like an orgasmic tidal wave. The best thing is if it, the smell lingers. It likens to the smell of clean clothes after they're just out of the dryer, or the smell of rain newly fallen on a dry desert. Srust me, after you haven't seen rain in months in Arizona you get this same orgasmic feeling. What about the smell of fresh brewed coffee in the early predawn morning? Smells can tell a thousand words sometimes.
I'm working out a magna carta of peace between me and the web dude we have on ACB Radio. I wanted controlg to help with the schedule crap, but he didn't think that was a good idea. Long story, but we'll have to work it out. I'll just say, if I have to deal with it much longer I'll go crazy and start making cookies like all the time, I'll become the baker from hell let me tell you.
Not much is going on now; the night air is cool though I'm staying in so I can fill my lungs with the ginger air that hangs densely around the house. All the best, and enjoy the reading.