Sour Cream Lemon Pie

Normally I love winter. Anyone who knows me knows this fact.
This year has been different.
I've been perpetually freezing, and I haven't been super fond of it. Apparently any Nebraska I had in my veins left during the summer.
That being said, I was so tired of the freezing weather last week that I made up my mind to make as many things feel like summer as possible. So, I painted my toenails, browsed swimming suits, and decided to bake a summer-y pie.
(Side note - where is your favorite place to look for swimming suits? I looked around the mall for a little bit, but nothing was speaking to me)

You guys. This week's pie is currently a tie for first with the Maple Lime pie. This pie was a whole bunch of lemon-y sour creamy deliciousness. And don't worry - this pie was way less complicated than last week's. I mean, I made it at 9:00 on a Saturday morning after only getting 3 and a half hours of sleep, and it still turned out!

Before I get into that - check it out. My blog is different! Shout out to Jenny for fixing it up for me. Isn't she the coolest? Thanks again, Jen!

So, this pie.

You just make a single pie crust recipe (posted at the bottom of the previous entry). Roll it out. Set it in the pie plate. Crimp the edge (or braid it or whatever!) and pop it in the fridge for a bit.
Preheat the oven to 425 F while the pie is chillin' in the fridge. When the oven is pre-heated go ahead and put the pie in the oven for 20 minutes. I know that you're supposed to use pie weights on the dough so the crust won't bubble up, but I don't have any, so I put parchment paper over the pie dough and then I weighted that down with 2 spoons. I was gettin' all ghetto with that pie crust.
Whatevs, it totally worked.
After it had baked for 20 minutes, I took it out of the oven, removed the parchment paper/spoons and put it back in the oven for 8 minutes until the edge of the crust was golden-y brown. You won't have to worry about the crust again! Done-zo!

Go ahead and juice the lemons now. It calls for 5 tablespoons which I easily got out of two larger lemons. As always, make sure there are no seeds in the juice before you use it! (Duh, right?)

Grab a saucepan and pour in the sour cream, milk, sugar, cornstarch, salt, and lemon juice and start whisking them all together over medium heat. Keep stirring until it all starts to boil a little (not a full boil). Set the heat a little lower and constantly stir the mixture for another 2 minutes or so, and then remove the pan from the heat.

Now you get to whisk 4 egg yolks together in a separate bowl. Once those yolks are whisked add about a cup of the sour cream mixture in with the yolks. Once that is all mixed together combine both mixtures into the same pan. Let the mixture cool for a little bit (not not too much) because you'll then add 4 tablespoons of butter to the mixture. Once it has been added all you have to do is pour the mixture into the pre-baked pie shell.

See? Way easier than last week's. Oh, I put a layer of plastic wrap on top of the pie while it was cooling in the fridge so it wouldn't get a skin on top of it.

Also, I plan to make this custard a ton this summer in little ramekins. I mean, it would be perfect for the summer! Since the custard is made on the stovetop you wouldn't even need the stove if you just left the custard plain or maybe sprinkled graham crackers on top of it.

PS - I'm still super lame at this "take a picture of every single step of the baking process" thing, so there is only the one picture. Oops.

PPS - I kind of do feel bad for posting the entire recipe on the internet. What are the rules on this? It feels like plagiarism to me. Maybe just message me if you would like to make the pie for something? Or, grab a copy of the book!

2014 Pie Challenge

Hello again! It's me - your favorite uber sporadic blogger.

If you follow me on TwitterFaceGram you've probably noticed that I've been fairly pie obsessed so far this year. That's because for Christmas I was gifted with a pie cookbook, so it is now a goal of mine to bake each recipe before the end of the year.
I know, I know. It sounds so cliche and like I just wanted to be like that Julie chick from Julie and Julia.
Well, I just like pie. So, that's why I'm doing it.

I have a few pies that I'll need to play catch-up on, so I will start with the most recent pie I baked: 

Sliced Sweet Potato and Apple Crumble Pie

OK, side note. This whole blogging thing is a little cray to me, so just bear with me as I pretend to be a food blogger this year. Sound cool? 

This pie was the 5th I have made from the pie book, and it was also the most involved of all of the pies.  There was a lot of slicing, stirring, simmering, etc... I'm pretty sure I used 3/4 of all of my pans and bowls. Oh, well. It was worth it.

This little fella moved up to the 2nd favorite pie I've made this year (topped only by Maple Lime - coming soon to a blog near you!). My trusted taste testers (parents, co-workers, and friends) agreed.

OK, here's where it's going to get weird. Do I just write out all of the instructions? I mean, they're in the book. I don't want to plagiarize, or anything. Alright guys. Here it goes.

Pre-step: Make the crust. 

Mix the dry ingredients. Add the butter. Botta-bing. You've got yourself some pie dough. This just called for a single recipe, so I just rolled the dough into one blob, wrapped it in some plastic and stuck it in the fridge for about an hour. More on this later. Excitement!

Now for the pie - Peel 2 medium sweet potatoes. (It calls for about 2 cups sliced. I had a little more than 2 cups, and it seemed to work out OK). Once they've been peeled and sliced, pop them in a pan of water and bring them to a boil. Simmer those bad boys until they're tender when you test them with a knife. They won't be fully cooked otherwise they'll get mushy. Once they've reached the right softness, cool them off with cold water then let them sit and cool down. 

(Side note: I literally told them to "sit and think about what you've done." This has nothing to do with anything except to prove that I'm insane)

OK, I'm going to jump around a bit, because while the sweet potatoes were boiling/simmering I was rolling out my crust, and such. I'm not sure how to describe rolling out dough. I kind of feel like I could do an entire post on just pie dough. I love it so very much.
Anyhow, roll the dough out, fold the rolled out dough in half (gently!) and then transfer it to be on top of the pie plate. Center it. Admire it. It demands your admiration. Once you've fully appreciated what an awesome job you've done on the dough, stick that sucker in the fridge. It also needs to think about what it's done. (Not really. Pie dough is perfect)

Now for the (to me) trickiest part of the pie: the caramel sauce.
Yes. It was delicious, but I always stress when caramel sauce is on the line. (I keep shouting in my head DON'T BURN IT).
So, you get a saucepan and put some water and sugar in it. Whisk those items together over a low-medium heat until the sugar is dissolved. Add the butter and bring the mixture to a low boil. You'll keep stirring your heart out until the mixture turns golden-ish brown. It's pretty. (Since I was stressed about this step, I was a blogger fool and did not snap a pic of what the mixture looked like when it had reached the golden-ish brown stage). Once it has reached that color you'll slowly add the cream. Then you'll let the sauce be patient and wait for its turn. All in good time, my good caramel sauce.

Remember those apples you bought? Peel and slice them. I used granny smith apples because apparently there was a rush on baking apples at the store I visited to purchase apples. I was planning to get golden delicious, but whatevs. Granny won. I can think of worse things in life. Like when you really want to hear a Radiohead song and The Strokes come on instead. Back to the apples - you'll need about 2 cups of them all said and done. Are they sliced? Cool. Now juice some lemons (I used 2) and make sure you get the seeds out of the juice. Toss the apple slices in the lemon juice. Now the apples get to wait.
SO MUCH WAITING.

OK, so your sweet potatoes are in timeout, your pie dough is chillin' in the fridge, and your caramel sauce is cooling on the counter.

Back to the pie - Your sweet potatoes have probably been in timeout long enough, so go ahead and start slicing them up. Get them thin. Like 1/8 of an inch thin. Then put the sliced sweet potatoes and the sliced apples (after they've been taken out of the lemon juice) together in a bowl. Sprinkle the brown sugar/spice mixture over them and start mixing them all together. Then pour that caramel sauce over the mixture. Try not to eat it all straight from the bowl (but nobody would blame you if you did).

Now go ahead and make the crumble part of the pie. You're going to need it in a jiffy.

Get that pie dough out of the fridge. It's time.
Put the apple/sweet potato/caramel mixture into the pie. Cover all of that with the crumble mixture.
Then you get to crimp the edges or braid the edges or whatever!
Put the pie in the oven. Let it bake. Take it out of the oven. Let it cool.
Eat it.
Eat it all.

Then report back and tell me what you think.

Ingredients!
2 medium sweet potatoes (for about 2 cups sliced)
3/4 cup granulated sugar
2 Tablespoons water
6 tablespoons unsalted butter
3/4 heavy cream
2 lemons
2 or 3 baking apples (for about 2 cups sliced)
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 teaspoon ground allspice
1/4 teaspoon ground ginger
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla (to add to the caramel sauce after it has cooled)

Crumble top!
2 Tablespoons granulated sugar
1/4 cup packed brown sugar
3/4 rolled oats
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon allspice
1/8 teaspoon cardamom
1/8 teaspoon cinnamon
4 Tablespoons butter
(Mix all the ingredients together. Chop the cold butter into cubes (about 1 inch each) and mush it into the mixture with your hands. Fun, huh!)

The Crust! (I really want to do a separate entry on just the crust options)
Since this guy (the pie) had a crumble top, he only needed a single crust option:
1 1/4 cup unbleached all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 teaspoon sugar
(mix the dry ingredients)
Cut up 1 stick of cold, unsalted butter into 1 inch cubes. Cut the butter into the dry mixture. 
In a separate bowl add 1/2 cup cold water and 2 Tablespoons apple cider vinegar. Add 2 Tablespoons of the water/vinegar mixture to the butter/flour mixture. Add the water to the dough one tablespoon at a time until you've reached the right consistency. You'll just have to feel that one out. It will be sticky enough to mold together but not too wet that it will stick to everything when you roll it out. Be sure to flour the counter and such before you start rolling out the dough. 

Christmas Season To-Do List!

It's here! It's finally here!

CHRISTMAS!

You're right - the actual day of Christmas has not yet arrived, but Thanksgiving is behind us, it is officially December, and since Thanksgiving fell later in the month than usual, we have less than a month to pack in everything that is Christmas. It's a serious(ly fun) business. Since I loved crossing off items from my fall to-do list I thought it would be fun to create a similar list for the holiday season!

- Send Christmas cards (because who doesn't like Christmas cards!)
- Make Christmas treat deliveries. (DUH)
- Go ice skating.
- Go exploring for Edmond/OKC Christmas lights (duh).
- Get dressed up and go out for drinks. (Yes, please!)
- Watch as many Christmas movies as possible. This includes, but is not limited to: Home Alone 1 and 2, White Christmas, and Elf.

What else is quintessentially Christmas/Holiday that needs to be added? Who wants to sign up for things!

I haven't been ice skating since I was 10, but I've been wanting to go for the last few years, so maybe 2013 will finally be the year! I'm sure if I go I will look ridiculous and probably fall a lot, but the chances are high that we'll all laugh about it.

Let's all have holiday fun together!

Gooey Cinnamon Squares

I don't have anything clever to say about these little guys.
They were fabulous. Stop whatever you are doing and go bake them.
Do it for you. Do it for your family. Do it for America. I'm not really sure what these have to do with America, but goodness are they delicious.
They are perfect to serve with coffee, for dessert, take to work, or eat for breakfast.
I'm just guessing on that last point. I definitely didn't eat one for breakfast two days in a row.

The recipe came from the Smitten Kitchen cookbook that I got for Christmas. I've now made 2 items from that book. Only two in an 8 month time frame. Shameful.

I know the recipe is technically called Gooey Cinnamon Squares, but I started calling it "snickerdoodle cake," because, well, that's essentially what it is.
After my last baking attempt ended in failure, I decided I needed to stick with something simple that was bound to deliver regardless of any user errors.

Question - do blogs sometimes make you feel like a failure at presenation? For instance, I feel the need to apologize that my container isn't an antique, white, quirky dish. I also took this picture with my iPhone, not a sweet camera with a crazy lense, and I didn't serve the dessert on cute vintage plates. I just put them in a generic container and took them to the office. I even put one of them in a ziploc.
Oh my gosh.
It feels so good to get that off my chest.

This pic was taken right before they (the squares) went into the oven. Look at the excitement.

 

Until next time!

Cookie Base:
8 Tablespoons (1 stick) butter
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon cream of tartar
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup sugar
1 egg
1/4 milk

Gooey Layer:
1/4 cup light corn syrup or honey
1/4 cup milk, half and half, or cream (I used cream. Duh)
1 Tablespoon vanilla
12 Tablespoons butter (1 1/2 sticks)
1 cup plus 2 Tablespoons sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 egg
1 1/4 cup all-purpose flour

Topping:
2 Tablespoons sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

Bake at 350 for 20 to 25 minutes.

Baking Bad

Baking Bad

Episode One:

Caramel Apple Cake

 

9:25 PM, Saturday, August 24:

Me: This cake is turning out to be a disaster. What's my deal?
My mother: I don't know. I'm sorry.

 

Two hours after that fateful text, I emphatically proclaimed to the air in my kitchen that I would never bake again and that I've been living a lie - parading around as a wannabe baker when I couldn't even frost a simple cake.

Despicable.

If this were an episode of Breaking Bad, I am certain that Gus would have shot me for producing a bad batch. Or, even worse, the Mexican cartel cousins would have been sent to keep me from producing such an atrocity ever again.

I'm sure I would have tried to offer a peace offering, and my last words would have been along of the lines of "WAIT! Would you like a piece of mediocre ca..."

It would have been too late.

I had been given my chance.

I would have been found lying in my kitchen in a pool of blood and cake batter the next morning.



 

That's probably a tad overdramatic. But just a tad.
Lets's go back to the beginning, shall we?
First, the back story:
My parents and I always eat Sunday lunch together. Since Sundays are nutsballs for us, we take that opportunity to indulge our food desires.

My mother always wakes up at 4:00 AM, or some other ungodly hour of the morning, to prep the lunch and make sure everything is set for an easy post-church, oven-to-table set up.
This always includes dessert.
Not a Sunday goes by when that woman does not have a delicious dessert prepared for us.

So, when I began this lovely little blog challenge for myself, I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to relieve my mother of one task on her Sunday morning schedule. I happily texted my mother to make sure she approved of this idea. She responded with "That would be great!" and I quickly began the planning.

I've been craving fall lately. My thoughts have been consumed with tights, sweaters, football, and party planning. Granted, party planning is always on my mind, but it definitely is hightened during the fall months.
Because of this, I thought it only fitting that I make the Caramel Apple Cake that is from the same Baked cookbook I used for the Cowboy Cookies.

Oh, goodness. Apples! Caramel! Cake! It's a trifecta of deliciousness.

I made the cake, and it was wonderful. Three 8 inch cake pans came out of the oven and patiently waited to be flipped over and frosted. One of the layers stuck ever so slightly to the bottom of the pan, but I wasn't deterred. This was going to be amazing.
I could feel it.
I had a wedding that night at work, so I packed the cakes away and returned home later to make the frosting and finish the process.

Somewhere between work and my house I lost my mind, because when I came back, everything I did was the worst.
I dropped 3 cups of flour all over the floor.
I almost added baking soda instead of baking powder.
I dropped the trashbag as I was pouring the failed batch of frosting into it, so as if to mock me, the failed frosting ended up on the floor, my legs, the bottom of the trash can.
Basically, the frosting was everywhere except in the trash bag, which was the one place I wanted it to be.

I apparently also became illiterate, because I couldn't follow the most basic of instructions.
Sugar? They must mean powdered sugar.
Cook? They must mean don't cook.
Like I said, I lost my mind.

The next morning, I tossed the pathetic attempt at a cake in a carrying device and headed out the door.
I warned my parents of the how awful it would be. Just imagine the scene from Anne of Green Gables where Anne shouts "Don't eat it, Miss Stacy!" Except I shouted "Drown it in ice cream and make sure a strong pot of coffee is on standby!"

All in all, the actual cake was delicious. It was just that stupid frosting. I'm sorry I did wrong by you, Apple Caramel Cake. It wasn't your fault.

I hope you all haven't lost faith in me. I promise to make it up to you somehow.





DPP: Day 12

 

Day 12 (aka 12/12/12):

 

As I've previously mentioned on this blog, my friend Sally and I love watching stupid movies. We love it even more if the stupid movies have Brendan Fraser in them.

(Seriously, how does he keep getting movie roles?)

We love it even EVEN more if we can eat Ben and Jerry's while watching a stupid movie in which Brendan Fraser is "acting."

 

So, it's not stretch to say that we were kind of excited when the stars aligned last night, and all of those marvelous occurrences took place.

 



 

Lsat night was the first time we watched it with subtitles. Why we have never done this before is beyond me. We learned who characters were, (did you know that the random dude who acompanies them on the trip was the warden?).

Maybe I should open this up for discussion.
Why did the mummy (Imhotep) take the eyes of the guy who had horrible vision? If we use logic (probably our first mistake), wouldn't he have wanted to take the eyes of, oh, say someone who doesn't need glasses? Like, anyone else in the cast?
Why was Imhotep terrified of the cat in the hotel room? Didn't Egyptians love cats?

Did Imhotep fall think Evie was Anak-sun-amun simply because she was the first woman he saw upon being brought back to life? Or was it because she read from the Book of the Dead?
Didn't the ancient Egyptians use scrolls?

 

What questions do you all have.
Let's hash this out.

 

DPP: Days 10 and 11

Day 10:

I do my best to not talk about "busy schedules" and "being tired" and all of that other stuff on blogs or other social media outlets, because everyone is busy and everyone is tired, and I never want it to come across like I think I'm the only one with a busy schedule.

Because I'm not, and I understand this fact.

I typically don't think of myself as a person who gets overwhelmed easily.

(I've always abided by the fact that things don't seem as daunting when they're broken down into lists. Wonderful lists. Seriously, lists are the best).

However, even with the help of lists, I've been kind of overwhelmed lately. And I hate (HATE) admitting that.

Anyhow, that was neither here nor there, so now we move on.

(I'm awesome at segues, huh!)

All that to say - I've been working a lot. Yep.

And when I work a lot, that means I go kind of crazy, and I make stupid(er) jokes, and I am (more) ridiculous, and my hair kind of looks like the worst.

OK, I'm done.

Without further ado, here is my very special and creative photo from Day 10.

 

 

I call it: Girl with a stupid face.

OR - Girl who has grown impatient of waiting on people to count the registers so she can go home.

Are there any other possible titles I'm overlooking?

 

Day 11:

Do you know how much I love working on campus? Well, it's a lot.

I love the constant activity, all the energy from the students, being able to walk around a beautiful campus, and the list goes on.
Also - there's a Starbucks in my building. That's reason enough to love my job right there.

Anyhow, on a random trip to the Administration Building to drop off some super important forms (at least, that's what I told myself as I was carrying them) I saw that the fountain had frozen over AND IT WAS THE BEST THING.
I kind of just stared at it for awhile, but then a couple of people looked at me like I was weird, or something, so I moved on.

But why are frozen fountains so cool?

 

 

And thus concludes Days 10 and 11. If you made it through that entire rambling mess of a post you are a good person. Thank you for your patience.



DPP: Days 8 and 9

I've come to accept the fact that I will not stay current with blogging the pictures I take each day. I hope you all can forgive me.

Day 8:

I am pretty lazy when it comes to making lunch in the morning. If I decide to "make" lunch in the morning, it usually consists of me throwing 3 cheese slices in my bag in between pouring coffee and throwing on my boots. Occasionally I include some almonds. I mean, go big or go home, right?

Anyhow, in an attempt to not suffer through horrible lunches each day, I try to plan ahead (crazy, I know). So, last Saturday I made a batch of pasta salad, divided it up into multiple containers, and sat back to admire my stash of future lunches.

The rest of my day was filled with working at Coldwater Creek and being stuck in traffic. Hence the picture of pasta.

Can we talk about Quail Springs traffic for a minute? No, we better not. We'd all use language that we would later regret.

(Update: I ended up eating Monday's pasta allotment at 9:30 PM on Saturday when I got home from work. So, I'll be forced to make adjustments. I'm sure you really wanted to know that, huh)

 

 

Day 9:

This might just be the way my brain functions, but there is something so overwhemingly beautiful about coming together as a body of believers and singing hymns that have been sung by countless others through the ages. And when those hymns happen to be about the birth of our Savior? Sheesh. I get chills thinking about it.

I can't wait for Christmas Eve!

 

 

 

"Long lay the world in sin and error pining.

Till He appeared, and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,

for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!

O night divine, the night when Christ was born!"

 



DPP: Days 5, 6, and 7

Here is another catch-up post. 

Day 5: 

My mom and I have always loved having December birthdays. It's an entire month of pretty lights and celebrations. How could it be better? Since December is all kinds of insane, typically birthdays are celebrated on days that aren't actually your birthday simply because there is a concert/party/event taking place on the actual birthday. 

So, at lunch on the day before my Mom's birthday, my Dad and I went to the house and ate a quick lunch and wished my mother a happy early birthday. We ate and chatted, and then my mother sent us back to work with hot coffee. Hooray! 

Day 6:

Even though I don't send out "real" Christmas cards (you know, the whole "so and so is up to this, this person did that, and I'm working on this!"), I still think it's fun to send snail mail, so why not send out mail at Christmas time? Ps - having Home Alone playing in the background is a wonderful idea if you're going to send out cards. 

Day 7:

On Friday evening, three hilarious ladies joined me for a night of cupcakes, Christmas-light-looking, and being silly. There will be a post on the evening to follow. But, in the meantime, here is a picture of two of the girls running through the tree lined entryway to the Devon building. 

December Photo Project

You guys. I'm the worst. I've only posted one picture from the December Photo Project on this blog, and I didn't even label it!
Since I'm guessing it doesn't matter too much, here are the missing photos.

Hey, at least it's only December 5th. Maybe I'll be able to catch up soon?

Day 1: Breakfast with the parents

The rest of the breakfast isn't pictured, but my Dad made pumpkin pecan pancakes (yes, please!), and my mom made scramby eggs. Yeah, I know they're not technically called "scramby" eggs, but I still call them that. Oh, and then there were the pineapple slices with brown-sugared bacon on top of them. It took everything in me to not eat that entire plate.



 

Day 2: Piano and Christmas!

Every year at the beginning of December I say, "Mother. This is the year that we will do a piano duet for fun." You know what happens every year?
We don't do a piano duet.

Lame sauce.

So, I am bound and determined to play one with her this year. Hence the practicing of Christmas tunes.

PS - aren't the covers adorable for the music?
They are my Mom's pieces from when she was in high school.

 

Day 3 (In this post)

Day 4: Late night M&Ms

Sometimes I come home from a 15 hour day and Sally, my dear roommate friend, shouts "I put a bowl of M&Ms on the table!" and then the trumpets ring out, and the lion and the lamb begin to play, and the people rejoice!

OK, none of those things happend, with the exception of me rejoicing.

That definitely did happen.

And I took this picture at 12:45 AM, so technically it should be Day 5, but it was still December 4th to me, so I'm just going to let that slide.

 

 

And that brings us to Day 5, which I have not taken at this point in time. So, I'm technically still behind. Oh, well.

This is the first year I have done the December Photo Project, and it has been so fun to look through everyone's photos to see a small glimpse into their days and the ways they celebrate the season.

 

 



Stupid Movies

I've briefly mentioned that my friend Sally and I love watching stupid movies. We love good movies, too, but it's a ton of fun to watch a stupid movie and make fun of it the entire time. Have you tried it before?

You should.

The same questions always seem to come up whenever we watch a stupid movie.

Why did someone pay to make the movie? How did people agree to "act" in the movie? Did the actors/actresses see the script before they signed on? Are there people out there who legitimately liked the movie?

The list goes on and on.

At the beginning of the year, Sally and I decided to compile all of the movies we watched throughout 2012; the good, the bad, the horrible, and the hilarious.

I don't want to give anything away, but the list is kind of incredible.

Is there a stupid movie that you think we need to add to our list? Is there a stupid movie that is your all-time favorite stupid movie?

FYI: We give ourselves bonus points if the movies include Brendan Fraser, Nicolas Cage, or if they being with the word "the."

Thanks in advance for the recommendations.

#StuffWhitePeopleLike

Does anyone remember that blog?

I recently mentioned it in passing at work, and my co-workers had never heard of it.

And they're white.

I was greatly confused.

Obviously, I did the correct thing, and I forwarded my office-mate several links to things that white people like.

Surprise, she also liked those things.

It's time for my very first blog challenge.

Is that a thing?

It is now.

The person to point out the most white things from these pictures wins a prize.

It will be an awesome prize.

Once I figure out what the prize is, I'll let you know.

Any guesses?

Also, tomorrow is Friday, which is a wonderful thing.