When I got home I took care of little orphan-for-the-morning Jewel and fed our two kitties. Then I began cooking dinners for the week -- I always eat stuff Andy's not much fond of when he goes away. This is especially true for some of my favorite comfort food, because the smell of saur kraut cooking makes him sick. I got a load of dishes going, which is good because with all of the pots and pans I used, there'll probably be enough for another load tonight.
I tried two more experiments today. The first was with a soup we traditionally eat on Christmas Eve. Instead of flour I tried using potato starch, since the soup has potatoes in it anyway. It tastes pretty much like normal, but it is gelled rather than the usual pasty consistency, which would probably freak out my family. I'll probably try dabbling with differing amounts of potato starch before trying anything else, flour-wise.
The second experiment was midnight chocolate cake using oat flour and xanthan gum as well as egg substitute and maltitol. The texture, much to my surprise, is even denser and moister than usual -- I'd always heard that alternate-flour baked goods are seriously dry. Anyway, it tastes interesting; I'll need to bake a normal midnight chocolate cake and compare them side-by-side to see what I come up with. I think oat flour may be a little more pervasive than wheat, so perhaps sifting next time might do the trick. It doesn't taste bad, and it's definitely midnight chocolate, but it does seem a bit different.
I listed three things on eBay today -- a bead necklace and bracelet set strung by me and two paperweights which were included in an auction I won (I'd only really been interested in one of the other items in the lot). I'm hoping that between the kitties, the auctions, and MUSHing, I won't have a whole lot of time to feel sorry for myself.
Andy called to say he arrived safely. He'll be doing check-in stuff for a few hours so he couldn't talk much, but it was nice to hear from him. I already have some parts of his homecoming planned, and ideas for the rest. I'll not say much beyond that just in case he takes me up on my invitation to read this while he's away. I think between now and dinner I'll do some housework, which means cutting this short (too late).