Saturday morning
Nov. 30th, 2002 11:06 amI was up rather late with Mom last night. She stuck around last night, and it was too late for her to drive home, so she spent another night. It was day two of the Mother-Daughter slumber party.
Recently, Sascha crawled up on my chest. A brief yet affectionate petting exchange compelled him to curl up on my shoulder and take a nap. His head is resting up against my right cheek. I can see the expansion and contraction of his lungs in the corner of my eye. Every time I touch him, he just purrs.
I don't think I've met a cat quite so affectionate as this one.
Yesterday, I made the second variation of vanilla ice cream. The first one was a rich and cream version of your garden variety vanilla ice cream. It's got an egg-cream/half and half custard recipe.
Now,
chainsawraven, you'll have to validate this for me. The second recipe was called "Philadelphia Style". There are no eggs in this recipe. In fact, it just calls for heavy whipping cream, sugar, and vanilla extract. This, minus the freezing, is my recipe for homemade whipped cream topping. It's basically, frozen whipped cream. Num.
Recently, Sascha crawled up on my chest. A brief yet affectionate petting exchange compelled him to curl up on my shoulder and take a nap. His head is resting up against my right cheek. I can see the expansion and contraction of his lungs in the corner of my eye. Every time I touch him, he just purrs.
I don't think I've met a cat quite so affectionate as this one.
Yesterday, I made the second variation of vanilla ice cream. The first one was a rich and cream version of your garden variety vanilla ice cream. It's got an egg-cream/half and half custard recipe.
Now,