In my top five list of desserts is vanilla bean ice cream with fresh, unadulterated blueberries or strawberries or peaches on top. Simple, perfect. Also in that list: fruit crisp (apple or cherry) with oatmeal streusel topping. Another? Mocha rum cake, no frosting or glaze. Hmm. Also: vanilla creme brulee. One more: dark chocolate mousse with fresh whipped cream and bing cherries.

I guess a running theme there is fruit. And simple flavors like vanilla and chocolate. And I don’t like frosting.

Mmmmm sweets. Supposed to be avoiding that. Guess I’ll write about it instead?

I also like oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and carrot cake and caramels with sea salt. Ok I’ll stop now.

That rain forecast is proving to have been a big fat lie. Because now it’s 1:00 and the sun is still shining in a cloudless sky. Though it’s not hot, not by any stretch of the imagination. Which reminded me today that one thing that is making me the most pissed off about our Bullshit Spring is that I bought so many cute hot-weather outfits for Freya and now I am seriously wondering if she will even get to wear them. Grr!! And here we have why people move to crapholes like Arizona and Southern California. Sometimes you trade quality of life for sunshine you can actually count on.

Freya and I went for a nice walk this morning. At the end we stopped at the soccer field near our house and I let her run around and push the stroller. The wind blew her fine baby hair all around her head. She pointed up at the setting crescent moon. Wispy white clouds blew past above us. She wanted to stay and play some more despite her cold hands, and burst into tears when I put her back in the stroller. So I asked her if she could find the moon for me, and that distracted her from her indignation for a moment. Then I pushed the stroller while running across the field and she got a big kick out of that, too. When we got home, I gave her a few pretzel sticks, as promised, and then she dumped all of her wooden puzzles out onto the floor.