Friday Unrelated Information

1. The weekly baking report: I made the French chocolate granola (awesome), the chocolate cookies (awesome and getting made again this weekend), the slow-rise bread that appeared in the NY Times about a year ago, and a light wheat sandwich bread. And today I'm making cheesecake for our Valentine's Day dessert. It takes 4 packages of cream cheese. That's two pounds. I guess love is being able to eat a pound of cream cheese with your sweetheart?

2. Speaking of Valentine's Day, how about some Wilson Pickett to express our feelings?



I also like Elwood's addition to the lyrics (which you can watch here):
"You know people when you do find that somebody hold that woman, hold that man. Love him, hold him, squeeze her, please her, hold her, squeeze and please that person, give 'em all your love. Signify your feelings with every gentle caress because it's so important to have that special somebody to hold, kiss, miss, squeeze and please!"

3. Why yes, I have learned how to embed video. How could you tell?

Valentine's Day Is Coming Up

Click the last one for bigger, and find more "I love you more than____" hearts here. I love that someone said, "I love you more than Arthur C. Clarke."

"Privilege O f Being"

Mr. Isbell has been out of town, and yesterday night I dreamed that instead of adopting Toby, I took him back to the shelter, realized my mistake, and went to get him again only to find out that he had been "donated" to the "University Cat Research Center". (It was a dream, but it was very ominous.)

Of course I was so relieved to wake up and see Toby sitting on my chest, but I had to think of my friend Sean: When I told him I wanted to get a cat, he said, "That will just open up whole new ways for you to be miserable!"

I understand his point. While the dream was just a dream, there are so many ways to be afraid for something you love. People can "die young, fail at love, fail of their ambitions," cats can get lost or sick--but you have to just accept that risk, because the happiness you get tempers the fear. (Sean disagrees, of course, but he also doesn't care for pets.)

(Title and quotes from one of my favorite Robert Hass poems.)