Call me Garfield

The cake looks & smells good.
I made a glazesque-type topping from spiced rum, maple syrup and more cinnamon and nutmeg. Though the glaze, pre-saucepan, was goopy, after it boiled it became runny. I expected it to re-solidify as it cooled, however, it only reached halfway to its prior goopiness. So I poured it on the cake anyway. It tastes good (the glazey) and soaked right into the cake so hopefully we don’t all get drunk on pumpkin cheesecake later. By the time we actually eat it, the “bad”ness attributable to cheese will be hardly worth considering.

The combination of maple syrup (real stuff, from Ontario) and spiced rum makes a nice, if somewhat poisonous, beverage. Far too rich for 9:30 am anyway.

Extravagence: yesterday purchased a CD single for $12.99 for a band I’ve heard a bit about and have seen one video for: Sigur Ros . They’re from Iceland and you know that’s good. I was looking for the CD single “Hey Ya” by Outkast but couldn’t find it. (though I almost bought “Shake Your Tailfeather”) I’m not so extravagent as to indulge in a double album of music for one song, but one CD single for one song seemed reasonable-esque.

S’anyway, the Sigur Ros song is called “Untitled #1” and is a very beautiful, surreal piece. I dig it. The video, which I saw a few months ago and never forgot, is all kids playing in this cruddy, black, post-apocalyptic world where they have to wear gas masks to go outside.
Ordinarily, I shudder when people put children in videos because they’re usually used as a device to make us cry and buy something. But in this case, they were used as people, as actors. My heart didn’t break because they were children, our future, innocent, all that nonsense. My heart broke because they were the world.

Oh, and the single came with a DVD too.

Yesterday I was walking up the street that has all the pizza places on it and I thought about lasagna and I actually drooled. It was very embarassing. It would have been more embarassing, but it was also pissing rain and there was no one on the street but me. But oh, lasagna. Beckoning to me with your saucy, cheezy layers. 9 days.

Although, if I eat cheese today (even in cheesecake, see yesterday’s entry) do I have to start the 21 days over again? If I was clearing out my body of allergens & toxins I would say yes. But I think that I won’t. I think I will still end my cheesefast on the 22nd. OK.

ps: recently I seem unable to spell. As I used to be able to spell quite well, I am not the kind of person who uses the spellcheck so there may be errors in my blogging. If so, please know that I am deeply ashamed. I am hoping this spellfreeze stops soon because it is disconcerting: it’s not even just typing, it’s handwriting too. Gorble!