Dreaming of Rice

Aspire not to have more but to be more.
~Bishop Oscar Romero

I promise that I'm still eating my rice dinners.  But last night...was the first time...that I forgot to take a picture.  Well, I shouldn't say forgot.  I should say that I was feeling slightly neurotic about my cake and just shoveled the food into my mouth.  Not my shining hour.

I will admit, that I was trying to trust God last night, as my husband pulled out of the parking lot to take the cake to our church.  I had to just let it go and I said, "Into your hands, O Lord, I commend this cake."   Made it there safely and in one piece :)

I don't think I'll have a rice picture tonight either.  I forgot that we're going to see Anything Goes.  I just want to go home and crawl in bed!  It'll be good though.  I was in the musical when I was in high school and it'll be good to see it.

Last thing!
Anyone here live in NYC?  Or Brooklyn?  Or just want to visit the Brooklyn Flea?

I'm going to be contributing some Easter Bonnet shortbreads.  I'm so excited!  If you would like to donate to the effort in Japan, but can't buy a baked good, feel free to donate HERE.  100% of the funds will go to Peace Winds Japan, who is also the partner for Mercy Corps.

Rice Weekend

I promise you that I did eat my rice this weekend and did take pictures, but there was some craziness and I haven't had a chance to post them.  I'll try and post them tonight while I make some cake.  :)

But I have a question for you.  What would you do in these situations? 

1) You're in the subway.  There's a man sliding along the floor in front of a small convenience stand.  He appears to grab something, but you can't see what.  The man appears to be homeless.

OR

2) You are waiting to cross the street when you actually see a bicyclist hit a young woman.  They both fall over.  He picks up his bike and keeps going, pretending that it didn't happen.  People start yelling at him, grab his bike and refuse to let him go until he goes to apologize to the girl since he didn't even help her up.  He yells at the people holding him, telling them that they're hurting him and that he's going to be late to work.  He finally goes back, but barely says anything to the girl he hit who has a split lip and scraped hands.  Then, the mob mentality that has already taken over continues and people start yelling obscenities at him and tell him that they hop he gets hit by a car and dies.

On a lighter note: I'm hoping to be baking for the Bakesale for Japan that will be taking place across the country!

I'm hoping to make something like this:

 (Credit: Bakerella)

Shortbread Easter bonnets!!  That's my hope.