George Harrison is alive and well!

On PBS, at least. He is playing Here Comes the Sun. I think I shocked poor Jude by commenting that he hasn't aged a bit! Considering he's dead. I knew that. I knew that! And Bob Dylan is looking pretty hot these days...

But they don't make music like that anymore and that's the truth of it.

France. Today I had a housing freak panic attack and signed up on appartager.com for 25 euros so I could appartment shop over the internet. I'm a bit concerned that some of the people who are looking for roomates are psycho killers who want to lure stupid american girls to their demise. But the one upside of that is I'd have a place to sleep before they bumped me off or ate me alive. Probably w/a bechamel sauce.

To try and cheer myself up and get stoked about leaving the country in 8 days, I decided to learn how to flip crepes. With a non-stick pan it was surprisingly easy except that the recipe I followed called for the eggs and flour to beaten together before milk was added, resulting in large goobs of eggy dough floating in a thin batter. I kind of fixed it as I went. The last crepe was the best!

So I bake to deal with stress + I just got a spiffy new camera = I have a new career in food porn. Check these out:







bow-chicka-bow-bow!


Also, since I tend to have a habit of rushing around Redmond, and for a brief time, Seattle, to deliver my baked goods, does that make me a procurer...a bono fide pastry pimp? I kind of like the sound of that. If I was ever going to open a bakery I was planning on naming it "Queen of Hearts" and making a lot of tarts, but I'm going to keep an open mind w/the pastry pimp thing. Pimping Pastries? Your feedback is welcome.

Hopefully in the next few days I'll have a bunch of appartment viewings lined up. There's one room in a house w/ a possible babysitting job of some 5 year old which sounds really really promising. Cross your fingers! and I bake you something...