When I wake up to two sticks of butter on the counter that is my husband’s way of saying, “Please make chocolate chip cookies?” Sometimes I am in a grumpy mood and I’ll throw the butter back in the fridge, mumbling to myself about how I don’t have time to make cookies. Once while I was working as a pastry chef and he begged me to bake him cookies on my day off I snapped at him, “I don’t ask you to do your job on your days off, so don’t ask me to do mine.”

But in the grand scheme of things spending some time baking cookies for him isn’t going to ruin my day, and he does work very hard, so I think he deserves the treat.

Oddly, while I was thinking about this entry I googled butter and found this picture of a butter sculpture. It never occurred to me that people might sculpt with butter but I guess it makes sense. More of the food sculptures by Jim Victor can be found here.

Things are going okay so far this weekend. Nate went to a high school football game last night (his first) and had a good time. I hung out with Polly and then watched Nip Tuck with Alex. Laura Ingalls, my how you’ve changed. When Nate got home he wanted his Dad all to himself so those two watched a movie and I tried to spend some more time with Polly but we were both getting tired so we went to bed to the sound of Nathan and his Dad laughing over some movie they were watching together. It made me feel good.

I also had my first taste of absinthe last night. I have heard stories of it my whole life but never tasted it. We did the whole sugar, water thing so we didn’t have to drink it straight and it wasn’t bad. I was surprised because I don’t really like licorice, but it was very mellow.