I shall be doing exactly two things this weekend: 1) Hissing at small children as I place unhealthy candy into their grubby little hands. 2) Reading my delicious advance copy of Stephen King's new thousand-page-plus Under The Dome.
If there is any candy left after the small children have visited, I may eat it while reading. If I'm not here on Monday, it's because the perfect blend of sugar and horror sent me into a bliss-induced stupor. I apologize in advance.
And, just in case you're wondering, I will not be baking. But were I baking, I would probably be torn between Rat Cake and Intestine Cake.