Tales from the sickbed

[wiseheart]

Not that I'd have stayed in bed, mind you. After a night, during which I only once got to sleep a total of three hours and had to change my totally sweated-though nightgown four times (I kid you not!), I was almost glad to get up in the morning. We had our medium-sized cleaning frenzy today (meaning that the cleaning lady comes, but no windows are involved), which is a monthly event.

Afterwards, I decided that we needed something good, and I baked an experimental apple cake. Experimental in the manner that I just boosted up a very basic recipe, adding raisins (soaked in rum) and a bit of creme freche to the dough and some almodd stick and cinnamon-flavoured sugar to the apple topping. It turned out very fluffy and yummy. Mum was pleased. We had it for lunch, after a soup.

Here it is:



Other than that, I did a tiny bit of translating, solved some crossword puzzles, watched At Bertram's Hotel and generally felt very sorry for myself. *g*

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[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Thanks. There is little else to do than stay put and wait for the whole thing to be over.