Year Two, Day 54: All About the Boom!

It sounds like World War III outside. Firecrackers going off every few minutes. Sounds like bombs. I probably should not joke about war. Not with all the horrific violence all over the world lately.

Honey Dog is really freaked out. Running around panting, hiding beneath tables and then trying to crawl up on my lap.

Today is only July 2nd. I imagine July 4th will be absolute mayhem! I wonder if people are conscious of what they are celebrating. Or is it just all about the boom?

Speaking of boom, tomorrow is my sons birthday. He will be 24. I actually baked him a cake. I got the recipe from my monk cookbook. (From a Monastery Kitchen: The Classic Natural Foods Cookbook, by Victor-Antoine D'Avila-Latourrette).

This is my all time favorite cookbook. But I rarely bake. Rarer still is it that I bake a cake. Even before my gluten free stage.

But this is not a gluten free cake. It is called a "Twelfth Night Cake". It smells divine. Hopefully that will make up for how it looks. Sigh. Kind of UFO like in appearance.

12th Night Cake...It is traditionally baked after the "12 Days of Christmas" or at Epiphany (when the wise men came to visit the baby Jesus. The gum drops must be symbolic of crowns.)

Ironically I was named after St. Zita, "The Little Cook" from Sicily. She was known for her baking.

I am not.

But I am known for my Dr. Pepper ribs. They are going in the crockpot tomorrow morning before I hop on my loyal bicycle and trek on down to church.

It has been a week that I have been biking every day. I feel fantastic! More energy! Less depressed! And I am saving money.

I guess the real test will be when the rains come. And here in Portland, we know they will!

And on that note, I had better sign off. A busy day tomorrow, have I!

Happy Saturday!

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