ANYway. Today I bounced merrily off to the library knowing that I would be going through my file, and therefore not having to read Latin. My mission took me a lot longer than I thought, however, since I was still going long beyond lunchtime. I had a lovely chat with Emily via mobile telecommunication device over luncheon, so zat was nice. When I finally finished dealing with the last remnants of Ovid, circa 3.30pm, I made a valiant effort to return to my room with all my Ovid books and take all my Latin Core ones down. Then I tried to read Catullus 64. Needless to say, I did not get very far. I barely made it to 4.30 before I had flounced back to my room, intending to work out recipe quantities and go to Tesco for baking ingredients. On my way out of college I stopped to check my pidge, which I haven't done for days, and found a WEDDING INVITATION there. Phenomenality and joy abound. I was so surprised and pleased (it's a long story..) that I bounced all the way to Tesco and I had to call someone just so I didn't explode. Emily didn't pick up so I rang home instead. It took me a good five minutes to decide whether I was speaking to my dad or my brother (eventually I worked out it was my dad) but yes, HOORAY! I bought all my ingredients and bounced back to the JCR.
The JCR kitchen was surprisingly clean, apart from the large (yet neatly-stacked) pile of washing up. However, it was an absolute mish to work out how to turn the blaaahdy ovens on. Managed to get one working eventually so I made my brownies in that one while I prepared my strawberries and cream cake mixture. It's a recipe I hadn't tried before so I was hoping that it wouldn't let me down (the recipe book makes the original with peaches, but suggests varying the fruit). I can say with great delight that it was phenomenal, so thank you Edd Kimber, Boy Who Bakes. Here is a picture I took on my phone:
Omnomnomnomnom. Andrew turned up just as I was finishing (to be fair to him he had come down earlier and accompanied me while I baked) and we had the inaugural slices. Max Fletcher, the ineffable, hilarious, suavely-booted English student, cunningly invited himself over to sample both varieties of baked treats. He said 'have you ever thought about a career as a baker?' to which I replied that I had. I think this surprised him a little. One does not meet that many classicists intending on entering the foodie world. Having said that, the only wannabe pastry chef I ever met was a classicist. Most odd. Adam and Alice took up my invitation to swing by for brownies and then CC and Jess came over and lo and behold, the Apprentice. Reynoldson turned up just in time to eat some brownie and watch half an hour before he shot off on a 'date'. Andrew minced in at one point with his tote bag, saying he was orf to Sainsbury's. A thoroughly sociable evening.
Also, Jess quite rightly pointed out to me via twitter (even though we were sat next to each other in the library) that otters are not in fact rodents. We had to look up what they were and discovered they actually belong to the weasel family, also comprising polecats and such the like. So there you go. Otters are mustelids. Boom. I wish that wasn't the new thing I have learned today.
Tomorrow is a new day, with a new topic. In the immortal words of Mr Darcy (but only in the BBC adaptation) 'I shall conquer this. I shall!'
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