I meant to write about Dessert Day on Monday right after baking delicious things and coming down off of my Andes mint high. But I wasn't feeling great and I just wanted to conk out on the couch. I wanted to write about it on Tuesday, but wasn't feeling great and laid in bed practiced my moaning. And I'd like to tell you about it now as well, but first.
Last night I woke up in the middle of the night acutely aware of heavy and painful it was to have my hands touching me. My skin was clammy. My mind was fixated on fixing the problems in the book I'm reading (which is a sure sign I have a fever if I'm trying to solve incomprehensible problems (like how to build a train with blankets. It just can't be done, people). My whole body ached and I tried to take some deep breaths but couldn't catch my breaths. As the pain got worse, and my panic rose, I woke up Inspector Climate.
Back in the days of Jorge, when I had a really bad pain episode it was in partnership with a panic attack that would cause me to lose feelings in my arms and legs. So, last night that happened to. I'm lying in bed, trying not to flip out because I can't feel my legs and my hands are contorted into the shape of claws that I can't move or feel. And then the vomiting.
And there went my vomit free since 2005 streak.
I have many life goals that aren't on my life list because I feel like they're fairly unlikely to happen and one of them was never to throw up in front of Inspector Climate. Another failure.
After I was feeling better, Inspector Climate and I tried to go back to sleep. In fact, he fell asleep fairly quickly. He also did some sleep talking.
"What about them?"
"They're on your bedside table" he said waving his hand roughly in the direction of the glasses.
"um, thanks?" I giggled. And that was that.
The real joy of that was that today I had a job interview. I've barely slept, I've vomited, all I've eaten in the past day is 2 pieces of toast and had minimal hours of sleep and I have to IMPRESS people. Le sigh.
But Dessert Day. You can check out Kirsti's post here.
And to make this post just the teeny weeniest bit shorter I'll leave you with a few pictures.
First we made these cookies:
Then we shared those cookie with Ryan Gosling who had propped himself in the corner to enjoy our baking shenanigans. You're welcome any time Ryan.
Then we made these for lunch. Quinoa bite things. Technical term.
But the real Dessert Day challenge was this chocolate bread. This bread was not for the faint of heart to make. It took many many steps and was quite the baking challenge. I think Kirsti was leaning on the side of "the proportion of effort to deliciousness is not right." But for a girl who LOVES babka and hasn't been able to eat it for years...this totally hit the spot. Will I make it again? Probably! Will I make it tomorrow? Probably not.