On Sunday, I made spider cake after
sovay and was
not disappointed. I made it with goat's milk yogurt instead of cow milk and cream, and the bread was wonderfully tart and fluffy, with the thick custardy "spider" running through it. That, with maple syrup? Damn.
I'm in the middle of tonight's second batch of ordinary cornbread, because I am out of goat yogurt but not out of the stone soup I make every Sunday during my family calls. That I have a great deal of, frozen, and the cornbread will go nicely with it.
(Though I guess solo stone soup would be... just a stone in hot water. So it's more like whatchagot stew.)
I got three prompts into the Faebruary art challenge, and then I got bogged down on "fairy dance" because the dancers I chose as a reference were wearing masks and no matter what I did I got the faces All Wrong. The bodies had more flow than the last drawing, but the heads, augh.
(Pauses, listens closely) I think there's a... goose.. in the yard. Hang on.
...No goose. Must have flown off. Early this morning there was something on the roof with a strange pattern of movement and a peculiar yowl and I'm a bit skittish today. I don't think that was a goose.
Anyway, tonight I sat down and painted for another prompt, #faeriesfestivalfrock in order to catch up a little bit and feel more like a competent painter. The reference photo is a Jean Paul Gaultier dress I have had saved for ages because it was so lovely. (I didn't paint the designs in on the wrap, but now I think maybe I should.) So this fairy seems to be off to a festival that involves catwalks and photo shoots. Must be urban fantasy.

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