Stone fruit heaven.
Santa Rosa plums + crystallised ginger + brown sugar + flour/sugar/eggs/cinnamon/butter + homemade peach ice cream
It's my birthday tomorrow, and I'm handling it with remarkably more grace than I did turning 25. For 25 marked the official descent into my mid-20s, you see, and now that I'm already here, I don't have to freak out again until I get closer to approaching 30. As a matter of fact, this is the first year since I turned 21 that I've even been in the mood to have a real party, and party we shall (although I did allow a dinner to be thrown for me when I turned 23 because my friend made me a red velvet cake). Even the fact that I ran into my fucking shithead ex last night and he somehow knew which bar I was going to (there is a leak in the troops, or else he's stalking me) will not be allowed to faze me; it'll be fun and there'll be a lot of alcohol consumed. And good times!
But there are always good times. Even if my horoscope is being a pisser and saying that the good times aren't coming 'til later in the month.