Plus, I like the stories and do very much want to finish them all. I just need a little non-magical reading thrown in too.
Where I'm going with this post is here:
Next weekend, my plan is to not only devour whatever I have left of Deathly Hallows but to do so after having made Butterbeer Cupcakes as an accompaniment. They sound eighteen kinds of delicious and as an added little treat, provided it arrives on my doorstep sometime this next week, I hope they're going to be the very first things I make with this:
I've wanted one for years and since I've been baking lately, I've noticed that it's terribly difficult with a hand mixer and a fairly small Pyrex bowl; half the flour winds up on the walls and half the liquid gets splattered all over whatever shirt I'm wearing. It annoys me and when I get annoyed, I get cranky and when I get cranky, it is not at all pleasant. And baking is all about warm, happy feelings; not unpleasantness.
So, I bought it. And I'm psyched. And I can't wait to bake up a fucking storm.
