Feeling a bit better

[pegkerr]

I went and re-read my old journals to prove to myself that yeah, writing Swans was really a fitful stop-and-start process, too. (Bit of an eye-opener, really, this trolling through old memories. Gee, I was really a basket case when I was pregnant with Delia. Mercifully, I'd forgotten most of the worst of it. Except the hives. I'd remembered the hives.)

I also went and re-read all the LiveJournal entries I'd printed out since September 4 (when this book project began), and it was really heartening. It helps enormously to look back and show myself that yes, I have come a long way in my planning, even if I haven't written much on paper yet.

Kind messages from friends helped. Also Chocolate Microwave Cake.

Chocolate Microwave Cake (serves one)

Mix together in a microwave safe bowl:
1/4 cup flour
3 TB sugar
2 tsp cocoa
½ tsp baking powder
dash salt
some nuts (optional)

Stir in until smooth:
2 tsp vegetable oil
1/4 tsp vanilla
2 TB milk

sprinkle on top:
1 TB cocoa
1/4 cup packed brown sugar

Then, take ½ cup water and heat it in the microwave. Pour it over the mixture in the bowl and microwave for four minutes (note: that's how long it takes in my microwave, but it depends on the microwave's power. Your mileage may vary). Top with ice cream.

This recipe, one of my favorite in the world, is unbelievably fast and delicious. From "Hmm, I want something warm and decadently chocolate" until the point that you are gobbling it down is about ten minutes, top. The water combines with the cocoa and brown sugar to make a sort of fudge topping for the cake.

Delia is obviously on the mend. Actually, it was probably overly conservative to stay home with her today. She seemed to be fine by noon, as I suspected she would be. I just couldn't muster the gumption to drive her to school and then go into work. So we just had a veg-out day.

I had a vivid demonstration today of the Influence of Parents and Importance of Setting a Good Example. I had tried to do a workout today. Abandoned it halfway through, worried about pain in left knee . . . and it occurred to me that it is really a good sign to find myself frustrated that I can't work out. I have come a long way toward really establishing the regular exercise habit. Anyway, Delia (and Fiona, when she got home from school) dragged out my aerobic step and spent a happy hour bouncing on and off of it. "We're doing ‘robics!" they informed me cheerfully when I peeked into my office to investigate all the thumping sounds.

Cheers,
Peg

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[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

Glad you like it! It's so good I'm happy to spread the word.