My Socks Do Not Rock.

I finally decided on a "Lace rib" pattern from "Sensational Knitted Socks" I cast it on yesterday, and knit for a bit before I admitted to myself that the striping/pooling is going to drive me batty. And the colours are obscuring the pattern.
Frog it, frog it good.

Yesterday, in an effort to kick my mojo, I got busy in the kitchen. Yes, you can all pick your chins up off the floor. I baked. My family can tell you what a rare, rare occurence this is.
In honour of ANZAC Day, I baked Anzac biscuits.

One legend has it that the ANZAC's created these from their rations, another says that their wives baked them and sent them to the ANZAC's. In any case, they are yum.
And they're all gone already.
There's a recipe here.

Go to Donni's blog and donate to a good cause. She's going to shave her head for "Shave for a Cure Day" if she can raise enough money - donate, donate, donate!
Now I'm going looking for another sock pattern.