A certain someone has been looking for an ascii renderer for his face.

Bajam!

I hope your “friend” reads this post and tells you about it.

I have a new mini cupcake tin. I’m also suffering the ill effects of this aggravating winter. (I promise I’ll stop complaining…when Spring gets here.) Therefore, it would be a crime not to bake mini cupcakes ASAP.

The great thing about baking is that once you have the basic ingredients (flour, sugar, baking soda/powder, eggs), you’re basically set to bake anything. And lo and behold, K and I had baked just the week before, so I had everything ready.

I’m one of those people who has no patience to wait for things to cool before tasting them. I also tend to forget that a metal object sitting in a 350 degree oven for 15 minutes will burn my hand. LESSON LEARNED. Or not.

I’ll just have to bake more of these to find out.

Definitely going to have to bake more of these. Speaking of which, does anyone know how to bake jam-filled cupcakes without the jam sinking to the bottom of the batter? Besides just adding the jam after the cupcakes have been baked, of course.

Yep, this totally calls for more experimentation. Right after I scarf all of these down.

OK, so it’s snowing. Again. I’m trying not to think about it. Instead, I’m going to think about this past nice, relaxing, snow-free weekend.

I haven’t been to the Guggenheim since a field trip in grade school. Sixth grade, if I recall correctly. I remember it being a particularly painful day because I had the attention span of, well, a sixth grader and the tour guide? She would. not. stop. talking. This time going back, I was hoping to be enlightened. But art…I just don’t get it.

Having a Crumbs cupcake afterwards totally made it worth it though.

And then there was the ramen.

Cupcakes and ramen. I think I’ve found a new S.A.D. cure.

“…Please do not be cynical. I hate cynicism. For the record, it’s my least favorite quality. It doesn’t lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen. I’m telling you. Amazing things will happen. I’m telling you. It’s just true.”
– Conan O’Brien

Specifically, I miss being home before the sun sets. The combination of working late(r than usual) and short days has robbed me of these sunsets . I know someone who works on some ridiculously high floor of the Empire State Building, and I’m reminded of him whenever I notice the sad lack of windows around my cubicle. My jealousy knows no bounds when I think of the beautiful views he must get to witness on a daily basis.