samedi, septembre 03, 2005
you belong with me, not swallowed in the sea
It's a bit like Christmas around here. September 3, a sunny late-summer day. Why Christmas...? Well, first of all, I usually only bake chocolate cheesecake at Christmas. But since we're having the big shindig today for Mom's birthday, I decided to whip up some cheesecake. It smells dee-lish. And it's miles away from low-fat, so throw out your diet today.
The other thing is that the whole family is in town. Granted, four of the five Ryan children now live in Calgary, but Kris flew in, and even my aunt and uncle from Moncton are here, since they're passing through on their way to drop off their youngest son at UBC (does it seem like everyone's going to UBC these days?). Mike actually has some kind of golf scholarship - he's quite the little athlete, you know. Anyway, it's nice to see Gerry and Eva, and to have our "original five" together.
Those cheesecakes smell ready. I better get 'em out of the oven. | ¶ 12:30 p.m.
The other thing is that the whole family is in town. Granted, four of the five Ryan children now live in Calgary, but Kris flew in, and even my aunt and uncle from Moncton are here, since they're passing through on their way to drop off their youngest son at UBC (does it seem like everyone's going to UBC these days?). Mike actually has some kind of golf scholarship - he's quite the little athlete, you know. Anyway, it's nice to see Gerry and Eva, and to have our "original five" together.
Those cheesecakes smell ready. I better get 'em out of the oven. | ¶ 12:30 p.m.
