Hello Thursday

I would describe my creative style as impetuous, imprecise, and inspired.  I love to create/bake/sew without a pattern or recipe.   If I use such traditional blueprints, inevitably I change them or ignore them, keeping only the framework or idea of the thing in tact.  I often act first, think second.  As in, I will trim my own hair without fear, realizing only after that last fatal snip I should have never endeavored such a task.  And then I laugh madly.  Life is too short to: 1. not cut your own hair, 2. sweat the small stuff, 3. not eat pancakes as much as possible.

I am teased by my vowels sometimes, especially the "a" that lives between the "p" and "n" in the word pancake.  I pronounce it not with a regal, tall "A" but with a flat, congested "aaaaaaa".  "Paaaaaancake."  I also say, "melk" and "pellow."  It's a personal problem.  However, my misuse of language has no bearing on how perfect buttermilk is, especially when added to flour, eggs, butter, and fried in a pan.  A "paaaaaaan."  The upside of working in healthcare is that while I have to work some nights and some weekends, I also get to wake up late on a Thursday morning and make pancakes, drink coffee, and write a blog.  It's delicious.  This particular morning, I did, shockingly, follow a recipe, as to not blaspheme the blessed pancake.  Recipe = winner.  I cut it in half, making a generous amount of cakes for myself and my roomie.  YUM.