3:06 p.m. - 2005-04-29
I've been having the strangest dreams lately. Dreams of blood and of cages and of dark, murky water and leathery wings. They seem to have been the forerunners of a nameless oppressive dread. It feels like somthing dark is passing over my house and I want to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head and not move until its gone. Given the time of year if I were jewish it might make a kind of sense, but as it is I can find neither source nor cause for it and plan to keep a low profile (even behaving myself at work) and not draw any attentiion to myself until it lumbers on.
That having been said I had to come online to tell you that I've discovered the most amazing thing. I went to make myself french toast for breakfast only to discover that I am out of vanilla extract so instead I added some ground ginger, cloves, and nutmeg (ooooooh the nutmeg) to the cinnamon/milk/egg batter and dear Lord, it was joygasmic. Somewhere perfectly in between traditional french toast and pumpkin pie. Now go forth, and do thou likewise!
Kind of scary but culinary-