It's freeeeezing in my house, and that makes me extraordinarily happy, since I enjoy being all bundled up and we don't get to do it all that often out here. In fact, three weeks ago, it was over 90 in the city and about 320 in our loft, so I'm happy to be fleece-wrapped and cold.

I'm also contemplating baking a cake or something warm and domestic like that, but I'm somewhat crabby and therefore vacillating between thinking it would be nice and warm and homey and good smelling and not wanting to exert the effort in the least. Plus, if I baked a cake, I'd eat said cake. At least I could send the leftovers to work with M tomorrow, I guess.

Let's see what Nigella has to say.

Update: Nigella compelled me to make Burnt-Butter Brown-Sugar cupcakes, which are super-yummy, delightfully bite-sized, and still going to work with M tomorrow. The leftover icing, however, is staying with me.