C is for Calendar

April’s posts stretched from C to shining C.

But alas,

C is for Caution

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Instead of wearing the omnipresent boots (they rub against my boo-boos), today I am wearing regular heels.

Which is to say, I’m wearing heels that I don’t wear every day of my life.

Which is to say, I’m more than a little wary of what can go wrong when heels meet stairs.

C is for Contusion. And Cold Compresses.

Severe contusions. Big, bold, rainbow-colored contusions, that don’t particularly like to be touched. Or brushed against. Or leaned on.

Which is better, by far, than having to report that C is for cracked. Or maybe even crutches.

C is for Candles

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A lot of them.

For all these April birthdays.

C is for Cake

Candles spell out the traditional English birthday greeting (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Apropos, since April is a busy birthday month. And today is also Young Mrs. B’s birthday, for which there will almost certainly be cake.

(Young Mrs. B makes some of the most delicious cakes ever, but I am not sure if she would be baking for herself.)

Meanwhile I have been wondering if my shortcake recipe can be doctored to make a nice maple cake.

C is for Colorful

And while I’m surely a colorful character in other ways, at present I am more literally so.

C is for Clumsy

English: A photo of a cup of coffee. Esperanto: Taso de kafo. Français : Photo d’une tasse de caffé Español: Taza de café (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

And Coffee, and Company. But mostly for Clumsy.

The Ladies were over in the morning. Always a good time, when the Ladies are here.

Because I’d had guests on Thursday I only did a quick Swiff & Swipe to prepare for their coming: as I told them, they were getting “leftover cleanliness.”

C is for Cooking (and Company)

Whole green beans in a carton. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I had guests over for dinner.

I rarely have dinner guests. I rarely do anything like real, proper cooking.

So on Wednesday I did all the prep-work that could be done, so that for the event I could throw things into the oven (bing, bing, bing, clockwork) and have a meal for guests.

A tissue could actually save your life

OK, so if you’re going about your day, and someone offers you a piece of gum or a mint, chances are that you wonder, “Is my breath offending this person?”  Some people will even outright ask,  ”Do I need one?”

This is what most people think given that scenario, because when someone offers you something like that, it’s entirely possible that they’re just having one themselves, and thought it would be rude not to offer you some too…

Easter feast, chez Gringita

My parents joined me for dinner, to celebrate Easter.

For the occasion, I baked bread:

Homemade bread

It’s a basic no-knead recipe. No kneading, so it’s time, not working the dough, that causes the glutens to form.

So I had to wait for it to rise.