Stuck in the Middle with You
I’m pretty sure I spent my weekend traveling through the center of California… in a car… where I sang every single word the the latest Maroon 5 album exactly 4 and 3/4 times… before I drove myself downright crazy.
Why all the car time?
I went up to Sonoma to teach another baking class. Holyheckballs… it was fun. See evidence below.
We made Red Velvet Black and White Cookies. Allison looks like a pro.
Speaking of Allison… meet Allison and Mary. They have a super charming blog called Butter plus Cream. Go say hello. I like them.
Cathy brought her mother and mother-in-law to the baking class. Seriously. How precious is that?
Christine has great hair. Maybe when I grow up I’ll have straight shiny hair too.
Aida… the beauty in the blue.. came to Sonoma all the way from Denmark. It was her first time in the states and her first time scooping frosting with a big group of sugar happy Americans.
Meet mother and daughter Lia and Rowan. Look at these faces. Gorgeous.
Lia wanted to play with my camera… and this happened.
Then Lia made this happen…
Then blam-o! A whole lotta face.
The class was a success. I know because I arrived at a friend’s house in Oakland buzzing from sugar consumption. Then I discovered the most glorious and terrible thing ever. Dominos pizza online ordering. When you place your order the site provides a little blinking timeline of the status of your pizza. This could be a problem. I may never leave the house again.
Gross. I know. I’m not proud.
I hit the road back to Los Angeles Sunday morning. I channeled my inner Pioneer Woman and stopped to take a few pictures of cows. Because… well… I was sick of singing Maroon 5 songs to myself.
Thank you to all the lovely people at Ramekins who made my class possible: Lisa, Annie, Yvette, Lori and Terry. You people are rock stars. Thank you.
Now if you’ll excuse me… I’m having bread and butter for dinner. Gotta run.