Rainy Saturday is for cookins'

I still can't believe I slept until 11am.

Looked at the clock, uttered a shocked "whaaaat!" and then was ready go to back to sleep for another few hours. I kid you not.

Sigh. Guilt wrenched me out of the lovely warm, freshly-laundered bed (stoopid guilt) while the grey cold rain outside gave me the finger, so I retaliated by sinking back into the couch clutching a steaming hot latte that Vegas gave me, with a kiss.

Ah, yes. Weekends.

The dogs are comatose today, Vegas had to drag them outside for their morning walk (these are creatures that normally go bonkers at the sound of their collars and leash) so that should tell you what kind of sleeping gas is in the air today. *yawn*

Oh yeah, between loads of laundry I took out my emergency box of Duncan Hines spice cake and now the house smells like a proper rainy Saturday, with the cakes cooling in the kitchen almost ready for their cream cheese frosting (OK also from a can, but it's all I had!).

I shall make up for it in a bit by making, from scratch, warm buttermilk biscuits and a lovely creamy seven-veggie winter chowder - might have to get a bottle of wine to round up the dinner. We even have two movies to watch later.

Now if only the rain can ease up a bit so we can all go out for a walk, I need some air.

Time for cake, yay! I send you all a virtual piece :-D

/end of Weekend Is For Eating post/