Yes, I am still alive

I know, I know I should have called or sent a text or let someone know where I was.  I'm sorry.  I know the cost of a phonecall is a small price to pay for your peace of mind.  I won't do it again.  I wasn't in a ditch somewhere, or in the hospital.  I hadn't been kidnapped, nor had I run away to join the circus.  No, honest to God.  I just had a few lazy days.  Shocking, isn't it.  Ah don't be like that now, come on.  It was nothing to do with you, I swear.  I was a bit tired and then there was the heat and sure you know yourself, I'm no good to anyone in that heat, so I had a bit of the old foggy brain syndrome and nothing was computing in there.  I thought about baking.  I willed myself to bake.  I flicked through various books and drooled over the scrummy pictures.  I lay like a star fish on my bed staring at the ceiling thinking of all sorts of gorgeous concoctions, real and imagined.  I even stood in the kitchen, poised and ready to start, but alas my brain would not allow it.  It wanted time to do nothing, sit and ponder, look at the pretty flowers, eat chocolate and drink ice cold drinks.  It wanted to lie in bed and dream wondrous dreams full of far off destinations, dazzling jewels, luxurious clothes, lotions and potions that hold the key to eternal youth, and a kitchen with all the storage and work top space it's buddy the heart desires.  I had no choice but to indulge it and without instruction my limbs were unable to move in such a way that would produce a cake of scrumptious proportions. 

I am back now and am ready to bake once more.  I have a teeny problem though, I have so many cakes I want to bake and devour I don't quite know where to start.  I will come to a decision soon, and you lovely people will be the very first to know.  I promise.

x