Oy. I have been baking coconut cake all morning, and dealing with the cable guys, bless them. My Thai coconut milk was curdled! (Didn’t know coconut milk could do that.) It smelled sour and dangerous. Kinda like Rush Limbaugh. (Where are the Republicans hiding him, anyway? Keeping him in a cave somewhere on a steady diet of orphans and propofol?)
But anyhoodle, I’m baking cake for Christmas with the Druckers, West. (Represent.) It’s a Bobby Flay recipe, but (shhh) I use boxed cake mix, and Ina Garten frosting. So here’s hoping it all stacks up!
Tonight is ‘Love, Actually,’ Christmas cookies and Chinese take-out with awesome pals Ari and Adra (yes, I have a thing for A-named gals) and hopefully, Christelle. All is right with the world.
Merry Christmas, y’all! Challah atcha Monday. MWAH!