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Dear friends,

I have not disappeared, nor I have I blogbandoned.  I have just come over a bit unwell, which proves to me again, as if I needed proof, that the chaos minions have quite the puckish little sense of humor.  This is, after all, the week that I was supposed to be sending baked goods to those of you to whom I promised them (dears, I promise you that they will be baked on Sunday, popped in the post on Monday and in your warm little hands within two days after that).  It was the week that I was supposed to have an appropriate birthday greeting for my dear friend and college roommate Sharon, along with a reminiscence about when we went to a matinee of The Color Purple on her 18th birthday and we found ourselves in a theatre full of women who took great exception to watching two women kiss onscreen, and who made their displeasure known vociferously.  It was the week that I was supposed to tell all y'all to vote early and often at the BoB awards -- well, not really; although you can vote once every 24 hours in each category, I'm going to commit BoB award suicide and ask everyone to just vote once (although if you've already voted more than once, then heck, it's not like I can give your vote back, right? . 

Most of all, it was the week I was going to keep a promise to our dear friend 'mouse.  No, 'mouse, not *that* promise.  Once upon a time the poor guy said, "Now can we get back to our regularly scheduled discussion about cardamom?" and I said "but of course!" and then promptly dropped the subject.  We need to have that regularly scheduled discussion about cardamom, and soon, because it looks like that is what's going to get me through the bonedrilling icy wet winter weather we had today, and will be having pretty much through the beginning of April.  Lloyd and I will be kept warm by the cardamom in our pilaus, our rogan josh (a/k/a lamb stew from Rajasthan, made from onions, yogurt, boiling water and a spice mix that includes two-fisted applications of cardamom and cayenne), our rice pudding, our carrot pudding, our Finnish coffee bread and our lime tea cake, which is so grand that a recipe cannot be denied indefinitely.

It can't be denied, but it will have to be postponed until I feel a little bit better.  Fortunately, I think I've found the cure for what ails me.  Lloyd and I are going to visit my dad and stepmom in Maryland this weekend, and if I don't come back from that visit better than I was when I left, then I don't deserve an information superhighway.