I have ordered some new books to be delivered soon, but until then I'm basking in the dull void of purgatory. Luckily for me and everyone else in this house I have come under the spell of the ghost of Betty Crocker. There is this urge to bake pies and cakes that I think is a sign that the holidays are coming. So far I have made a apple pie, peach pie, and two pumpkin spice cakes with great results, but I did mess up the supposedly crumbly crust on my peach pie that turned out chewy. It has given me the interesting idea of opening a little stand at the swap-meet here in town to sell some of my creations, and I might as well make money on this. Now I am looking for new challenges to back, and talking some of my family out of their recipes hasn't been that hard so far, but I think my sister's chocolate pie recipe might not be too easy to get from her. Also I got some five hundred piece puzzles to do to keep my brain busy so I don't go stir crazy waiting on someone to call me back from my application attempts. If I get a job I can't go home to Mississippi to see my mom, and I really want to so if none of them are going to give me a chance they need to just say it. Seasonal jobs are an opportunity to get a steady job that I desperately need, and I can't really risk not taking one. If I can nab a job that lasts more then a few months then not seeing my mom is a sacrifice I will reluctantly have to make. Life and responsibility really suck a good bit of the time, but at least I have pumpkin cake to make me feel like I'm home.
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