Friday, April 22, 2011
It is an odd moment to write a brief blog, and it has been months since last doing so, as my usual sloth still reigns supreme. I am sitting in the study and awaiting my wife who is upstairs freshening up for a late afternoon/early evening visit to friends of ours. They have a just delivered a new baby into their family, the Mum and Baby both doing very well. Outside on our dining room table, there is a large box of cupcakes (lovely things with creamy peanut butter frosting, sitting on top of orange-vanilla sponge). They and the bouquet of flowers she bought earlier today, are intended to make our visit a festive occasion. Of course she had to set up her cameras and lights to take pictures of these for her blog. It is that way for virtually every meal, as she explores the wonder and rewards of cooking. It has so taken her interest that little else seems to matter much these days. Having said that I am not complaining. It has been very good to see her occupied and enjoying herself. I am her taste tester, and aside from the extra pounds I have put on, it has been a good experience for me as well. However, I occasionally feel like like I am caught up in her hobby and am becoming more defined as "the blogger's husband". It seems a small price to pay. Anyone stumbling onto this blog can visit hers at http://quaypocooks.blogspot.com.