Onward to tomorrow.

Today I learned I can't use almond meal when the recipe calls for either almond powder or flour. I'm almost tempted to buy some powder and see if I can fix my mistake tomorrow, but my parents aren't going to any Purim parties that I know of, so I'll just foster the sad examples of would-be holiday cookies off on my siblings. Seriously, that dough wasn't in any mood to be worked into something as fine as a pinched-up cookie. You need a really fine hand for those.

And the very precise kind of flour.

I also figured out that my birthday's the day after tomorrow, and I'm not quite sure what I'll be doing. It's Purim, so there's the Megillah reading, but that's at night. As for the day, I've got no plans. I might head up to the Botanic Gardens for the orchid show, which is always a treat. That it's entirely possible there's going to be snow this weekend makes it all the more appealing.