Fire Update

After spending half the day without water yesterday, our water is back on. We still aren't sure how the apartment fire started. We do know that it happened on a deck, so it could have been a cigaret butt. I spoke with our neighbor about the evacuation, and he couldn't believe that we had slept through everything. He told me that our building was barricaded and people were scurrying in and out carrying boxes of personal possessions! They've set up a red cross station at our ward for those without a home, so we will be meeting at another chapel this Sunday.

Narrowly Escaping Disaster

Last night, the apartment building connected to ours caught on fire. Apparently, they tried to evacuate our building as well, but Gabe and I were too zonked out to hear the pounding on our door. We didn't realize anything had happened until we called the apartment manager this morning to complain about our water pressure! The manager probably thought we were idiots and very insensitive since her home was in the building and she was currently homeless. Interestingly enough, I got a cryptic text from some neighbors across the street at 1:00 a.m. asking if we were o.k. It woke me up, but I figured that they had sent a text to the wrong person. Fortunately, nobody was hurt in the fire. I shudder to think what would have if it had been our building as well.

The Quest for Perfection

One of my yearly goals has been the quest for the perfect cinnamon roll recipe. I'm talking about large, gooey, sinful, lick your fingers perfection. No skimping on the rich frosting! I've yet to find this necessary recipe, although today I am trying a variation on my friend Megan's recipe and I have high hopes.

Admittedly, I am not the greatest dinner cook. I find raw meat repulsive and I have little patience for the drudgery of kitchen work when it is 6:30 and I'm exhausted and hungry from my job. Baking is a different story though. Baking is done for delight not necessity and isn't usually done on an empty stomach. I love the magic and mystery that comes from adding a few basic ingredients and seeing how they mold together in sugary delight. I love the aroma of an apple pie as it moistens and sweetens in the oven. I enjoy the texture of pounding the dough and rolling sticky cookie batter into balls. I find great romance in baking when the mood strikes.