Diva of Dessert?

I am a self-professed sugar freak. I love cakes, cookies, brownies, pies, etc... If it has sugar in it, I've probably tried it and loved it. That said, I also love to bake. Those baking skills have been put to the test in the last few weeks. I meet with an amazing group of folks every Thursday for a potluck dinner. They have dubbed me the Diva of Dessert, and it is my job to make sure every meal ends with the perfect dessert. For the most part, I've been successful. Some highlights were homemade coconut ice cream and tres leches cake. I've had my low points, though. I won't go into detail about the rice pudding incident, but it was not good. This week, I outdid myself, making tiramisu for our Italian night theme. I don't know what possessed me to try to make such a decadent dessert in a place that has such limited supplies, but somehow I pulled it off. My homemade mascarpone cheese and homemade lady fingers came out ok. The true test, however, will be tonight when my dessert hits the dinner table. While it has been slightly stressful to make these fancy desserts, some with ingredients I can't even pronounce, I've learned a lot about what you can do when you have the initiative. I'm thinking of taking a break from being dessert diva for a week, just to regroup. That said, I am truly looking forward to what will come next with this new skill.

There are many things about my little yellow house that drive me crazy. The roof leaks, and the stove is not wired right. That said, one of the few things that I love about it, is that it came with a cat. This beautiful blue eyed wonder always brings a smile to my face when I come home. He sometimes sleeps on the roof, more often in front of the house on the porch, and occasionally under the plumeria tree. He comes in the house for tuna sometimes. When he's not in the mood, I just leave it outside for him. He's as feral as they come, so he's not very fond of being petted. Although, when he's sleepy enough he'll let me rub his head.