It has been suggested that I put off the finale of my stinky murder-in-the-snow story to fill you in on all the book signing news. I figured you were all sick to death of Miss D by now but since I don't have time today to do the rest of my story justice, I'm game! Above is a picture of my lovely cake for the after-party (sounds so Oscar Night, doesn't it?) It's chocolate mousse under all that black gel. I probably wasn't thinking clearly when I okay'd that. . . we're all going to be walking around with black teeth, I fear. (I'll be sure to bring my camera so you can verify.)
These are the sugar cookies I spent a chunk of valuable time and energy baking and decorating yesterday. When I put them all away, lovingly stored between sheets of wax paper, the frosting was hard as a rock (or as hard as you would ever want frosting to be) but when I peeled back layer after layer to take a photo, I found this tragic sight. Pretty much all of them look this way. Oh well. At least they will taste good. I hope. I won't know until tomorrow--I can't risk any wheat-induced bloating until after I stand up in front of people at the book signing. Because, it's not just a signing. I have to speechify. I am one of those weird people who loves to speak in public (and in private and in my head if everyone has run screaming from my pontificating presence) yet I am terrified about this. Who knew? Anywho, one cookie can add several inches to my waist line within moments. Scary. I know.