Work tonight sucked a donkey dick. Unfortunately, the details aren't the slightest bit interesting.
I really, really wish I'd kept a blog when I worked at 7-Eleven because then when I said my night sucked a donkey dick, it meant a sorority girl had vomited mushroom pizza all over the copy machine or a bum got stabbed in the hand and came in for a quick beer before the ambulance showed up, gushing fountains of blood all over everything he touched. That would have been much more fun for you to read about, I bet. I'll still take the boring-style suck over mopping up Tri Delt spew-style suck, though, no problem. Sorry to be selfish, but that's just the way it is.
Anyway, now I have a beer and what I hope will be a delicious cake in the oven, so things seem a little better now.
I don't bake much because usually it makes me cranky, but every once in a while I'm moved to. I was moved to this week when my boss brought in fresh eggs from her chickens the other day and I managed to snag a half-dozen.
It seemed a shame to hardboil these eggs and hack them up over a salad, which is how I usually eat them. (If you read Bakerina, you know the importance of good eggs.) So I decided to make the same cake I made last time, which was about a year ago. It's a lemon-blueberry cake with white chocolate-cream cheese frosting. If I had to pick, gun to my head, I'd choose tangy fruit over sweet chocolate, no contest. But this cake is nice because I get to have both.