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AAAAAARGH, STUPID, STUPID CINNAMON ROLLS. WHAT IN HELL POSSESSED ME INTO THINKING IT'D BE A GOOD IDEA TO TRY AND MAKE THEM?

First of all, I hadn't made honest-to-God dough in a couple of years, and it took me more than an hour to tame it into submission, and by then my back ached to no end and I was so tired of standing. Then, the stupid yeast pretty much didn't work, so even if I waited about two hours before getting it into the oven THEY DIDN'T RISE. AT ALL.

ARGH. I started making these things at about 5 today. It's ten and I just got them out of the oven AND THEY'RE NOT COMPLETELY COOKED, even if the stayed there for about 20 minutes more than the recipe said they should. ARGH ARGH ARGH WHAT A WASTE. They look kinda pretty, though. STILL. I'm not doing this EVER again. (And I was kinda looking forward to making chocolate-filled croissants next, but if today's fiasco is any indication, maybe I should wait a bit. Dunno.)

In other, happier news, I'm finally hooked with Gabriel García Márquez's El Amor en Tiempos del Cólera (Love in the times of cholera), and really, it's odd, but him and Isabel Allende are the only authors that can pull off the 'years later, he couldn't have said... blah blah' thing - they switch perspective and timing and place sometimes in one parapraph, and yet, it works so. well. Maybe it's a Them thing? Dunno. But I hadn't been this excited about somethinf of GGM since I last re-read his peregrin tales.