abject failure, followed by redemption and a little rum

When SusieJ invited me to join WoYoPracMo, I thought surely I could practice yoga every day in January. It's January. Time for Renewal! Time to Meditate!

And then I visited my in-laws the first week, and I did makeshift yoga without my mat followed by the neck injury that we do not speak about.

Does watching yoga on FitTv while reading blogs count? I didn't think so.

(I couldn't even embed a cool clip from the site so we could all pretend it was me.)

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I played Chef Lisa yesterday. I stuck dinner in a crock pot and tried my hand at new recipes while I watched Far From Heaven. I converted a recipe for Coconut Banana Bread, with Lime Glaze into a vegan version, and I am proud to report: It worked. (I'm allergic to eggs, so it's been years since I last had banana bread.)

It's tastier than it looks. Taking appetizing shots of my masterpiece is harder than I thought...

Vegan baking somehow feels like the appropriate penance for my lack of Om. Until you see the secret ingredient.

So it's really Coconut-Rum Banana Bread, with Lime Glaze. Mmmm.

I also baked egg-ridden Toffee-Mocha Brownies for my man because he was denied both candleblowing-out, wish-making and 'sweet nothings' here for his birthday, back on January 2nd.

We sang happy birthday to him, more punishment than anything else and then they dug into brownies with ice cream on a random Thursday night.

Have I mentioned how much we love this guy?