Recipes
The Order of the Phoenix was definitely a whole lot darker than the first four. A whole LOT darker. But still, an absorbing read nonetheless. And there was definitely some laughing-aloud going on. I was riveted for six hours, nonstop. I shan't give away any secrets until the general consensus is that anyone and everyone who has any level of given literacy has read the book. I give it three days or so, ha ha. J.K. Rowling really has the whole success recipe going. I don't think there was any book more eagerly awaited than the Order of the Phoenix...although I must say, although I wasn't disappointed, the dark tone made it less of a wonderful wizarding magical story that captured my heart in books 1-3 (by book 4 the dark tone had already set in a bit). I personally think Harry becomes a bit of a whiny arrogant bastard by book 5, and is a real cow to all his friends, and...oops, I wasn't supposed to give away secrets. I'm also upset that he broke up with Ch...I mean, er, nothing. Go read the book. Right.
Anyway, I have walnut and chocolate chip brownies baking in the oven, and the aroma is positively wafting. What a truly masochistic form of torture: baking aromatic and positively delectable confectionary that I'm not allowed to eat. Beats religious self-flagellation anyday, I say.
If only life could be as simple as following a recipe or a set of instructions. Sigh. Life would, quite literally, be a piece of cake. Speaking of which, I do not understand that phrase "You can't have your cake and eat it too". Surely "having" your cake is the same as eating it, and if not, then why would you have a piece of cake and not eat it? What is it for then, a museum display? Confectionary formaldehyde? Why would anyone keep a piece of cake if they didn't want to eat it? Sentimental value, I think not. It's not even hygenic. If you kept it long enough it would eventually sprout mould and legs and start to move by itself...and then you wouldn't "have" it anymore, anyway. And by that time, you wouldn't even want to have it. And...oh, brownies are done. I'm rambling, anyway.