sovay | I've got you in my rain parade

Whatever was left of my sleep schedule seems to have departed with the lost hour of Daylight Saving Time, but for my mother's birthday observed this evening, I made her a sticky toffee pudding. I had never essayed a recipe in this family before. My father assisted by applying an immersion blender to the chopped dates when it transpired that the Cuisinart had died and all ingredients would have to be combined by me and a whisk; he also handled the making of the extra sauce while I did the same with the toffee sauce within the window of time it took the pudding itself to bake in an oven that fortunately stayed at temperature as it has not always been doing recently. It came out moist and spongy and far lighter than I had expected from anything with a base of reconstituted dried fruit. Its one downside as a celebratory dessert was our suspicion that it could not be decorated with candles unless we wanted to swirl wax into the toffee still bubbling from the broiler, but we did stick a candle into my mother's serving so that we could properly sing to her. She loved it, which was the goal of the exercise. She expressed delight over the stack of books which comprised her presents. My brother and niece called in on the talkie window and were duly promised pudding, since my niece arrives for a flying visit tomorrow. She meows at me whenever I chirrup at her, even though long-distance glass. I still don't feel as though I am feeling better, but the last thing I remember baking from scratch was for Thanksgiving.

I've got you in my rain parade

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