I've been in a bit of a poo-mood lately, and not in a good BM type of way. Don't feel like going out, so this Saturday night I'm baking. But I hate baking. It's formulaic. It's measured. It's chemistry. I didn't do so well in chem. At any rate, Saveur has this recipe for an Orange Pound Cake that intrigued me. It's pretty straightforward except I don't have an electric stand mixer. Michael's is with him at his boyfriend's house. So I beat this baby by hand. My wrist hurts! Thank God for bourbon. This had better turn out tasty.