and all i have to do is think of her.

good lord, its this weather. i love this weather. dusting off my box of goodies; pulling out my granny socks and sweaters, thinking of baking on a daily. what should i bake? something cozy. something that brings a smile to your face when you think of someone you love biting into a nice warm treat. theres nothing like feeding a man, watching him devour your goodness. theres not many joys out there quite like it. or maybe im just biased. another joy of being a woman; playing house.

i stumbled across this little gem; Dark Chocolate Clusters from the ever-reliable Vegetarian Times website. HOLY! although i will be modifying this a bit [something about a raisin doesnt equate a treat to me,] these will be my motherfucking pearlllssss. [fingers crossed, lovelies.] i cant effing wait! maybe i can invite some of the girls as well. although we all know that if it aint a room full of cock, liquor and annoying bass-in-yo-face, they probably wont show. but maybe i can lure them in with some weed. and then i will play my old jazz records and we can giggle about boys and the old days sitting on the glassell park stairs wondering when we'd be "grown." sooner than we thought, was the answer to that longing enigma.

anyway, this is my favorite time of year, with Thanksgiving being my favorite holiday and fall being my favorite season. weird that i was born in February wasnt it? story of my life, always finding myself at the right place with the worst timing. i love watching the leaves die and then fall to the ground. i've often kept them locked away in a box of my most precious mementos, only to stumble across them at a later time and smile at what once was. some people save dead flowers [i do that too] but the leaves are mine especially.