nom.

In excitement of physics-research-stuff yesterday, missed email telling me that my carpool-to-choir's car had broken down and we had to take the bus. Result: me sitting around for half an hour waiting, finally calling and--ah. Should have been on the bus forty-five minutes ago. At which point, not much I could have done to get there.

Instead of usefully spending my evening writing my essay for next week, I decided that the better way to use it would be baking. So we now have vanilla cupcakes, and I am a much calmer and happier Alena than I was earlier.

There is something about taking three random vanilla cupcake recipes from the Internet and the entire contents of your room's baking supplies down to the kitchen to improvise your own slapdash combination of them all that's very comforting to me. And I've been doing this long enough (read: my whole life) that I can do this and it works. With everything else the way it always is--messy--it's nice to do something that doesn't take so very long, that you know how to do, that works. Especially something like that which also means that at the end you have tasty baked goods sitting on your tea-table waiting to be eaten.

( vague reconstruction of recipe )