What made me happy today?

If I were one of your writers' group colleagues, I'd totally understand.

Absolutely. Driving for three days straight is not the best way to get in the mood for talking to people afterwards, energy-wise.

Something that made me happy: it's been a looooong week at work, but it's Friday. Just have to get through today and then I have two days off.

Sometimes it's the little things that matter.
 
Oh, I know. But also this is expensive Gluten-Free dessert. I think I need to look into how to make it again, because if I could make it, it would be amazing.
Basically lady fingers/sponge cake/genoise soaked in espresso with a shit ton of marscapone and a few odds and ends.
 
My car. When we traded in the older one, I insisted on getting one with all the safety bell and whistles.

This morning while out on an errand I passed the local police precinct house, and noted a motorcycle cop, kind of a tough-looking dude with a bushy beard, pulled out of the lot onto the 4-lane street I was on, and settled in behind me. I was especially aware of him, because the city recently lowered the speed limit on this road, and has threatened to tightly enforce the new limits. Eventually, he changed lanes and I lost him behind some other cars. As I passed the local high school, still on a 4-lane road, I decided to change lanes. I checked my mirror and saw nothing beside me and got ready to move over -- but the yellow warning light on the mirror flashed at me, so I kept in my lane. I then realized that the cop was beside me, in my blind spot. I had absolutely no idea he was there, and without the blind-spot warning he and I both would have had a nasty start to the day, to say the least. He slowed down and let me over in front of him.

A few blocks later I slowed down for a left turn into a parking lot, and he switched lanes and disappeared down the road.

Ironically, I had arrived at the local donut shop. I half-expected him to show up, a perfect ending to the story. But he didn't.
 
The genoise is an Italian sponge cake. I see it about 50/50 with ladyfingers.

I am guessing that Ladyfingers are what we English call trifle sponge fingers? I hope so, because Lady fingers is what we call okra (bhindi) which would make a terrible dessert...

My grandmother used to keep the sponge fingers as a snack - brother and I called them elephant's toenails.

I fancy a tiramisu now... there's an Italian shop near me where I might be able to get savoiardari that would do the job?
 
I am guessing that Ladyfingers are what we English call trifle sponge fingers? I hope so, because Lady fingers is what we call okra (bhindi) which would make a terrible dessert...

My grandmother used to keep the sponge fingers as a snack - brother and I called them elephant's toenails.

I fancy a tiramisu now... there's an Italian shop near me where I might be able to get savoiardari that would do the job?
Lady fingers in the Upside Down area type of banana. We have finger buns, but they come iced and couldn't imagine making anything from them.
 
Lady fingers in the Upside Down area type of banana.

Lady fingers are so versatile!
We have finger buns, but they come iced and couldn't imagine making anything from them.

My maternal grandmother used to make money from them. She'd make trays of the things and sell them at the farmers' market in her little Yorkshire village (North of England - think Bronte country and you're not far off).
 
well because it's long, thin, and elegant I presume... obviously not when it's cooked. Then it looks like a hagfish has sneezed.
This sent me down the river of giggles for a time, thank you.

My bit of happy has been seeing all of the Artemis II stuff happening and the art and creative things people are putting out because of it. It's brought an immeasurable joy to my whole heart.
 
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