I survived earthquakocalypse

Hi everyone. I survived the big one. Now when do I get to loot? For those of us not living in a fortified bunker like Qadhaffi, there was an earthquake in the greater NY area which had an epicenter in Virginia. I had thought I was getting an attack of vertigo. The building I was in was moving while I was standing still. After that excitement for the day finished, I realized I had not written a post in a while. I now present you the most delicious scourge of humanity: baked goods.

I had a notion in my mind I would make an olive oil cake. This is somewhat similar to a pound cake, only it uses a buttload ass load a ton of olive oil. This of course makes it smell nice and taste so rich it should not be legal. I was pressed into making it sooner than I would have liked by one of my co-residents, but it still turned out well. Unfortunately, since my camera's battery had been dead, most of the cake making was not recorded.



Some powdered sugar and consider yourselves pwnzed

I also decided to make corn muffins. This is largely because the other recipe called for corn meal. I only needed 1/4 of a cup and now I was stuck with 2 pounds of it. Since I do not have a pet chicken to feed it to, I decided to make myself some snacks/breakfast food. The recipe was easy. I found it in my old fallback: a cook book I owned since I was 14. It has the oil stains to prove good use.



When do these cool off? They need to be eaten by my mouth.



So damned impatient



Pre-muffin anticipation building



All hail the awesomeness of my recipe book!!

My ongoing war between me and insectkind has not ended apparently. I saw a new unwanted visitor in my apartment. His name, surprisingly was not Barak Obama. The newest water bug to grace me with its presence is even bigger and uglier than the last. He reminded me of a smaller version of Sara Jessica Parker. I saw him dart out from under my fridge. I am amazed with their speed. I did not even get the time to get my can of raid before he disappeared. The next day I armed myself with roach gel and boric acid. My apartment, just like the one I kept in Brooklyn, is now contaminated with enough insecticide to kill an army of roaches. I hope not to post another picture like the last one I posted. Maybe I can bargain with this one and exchange baked goods.