So today was a variable day. It’s effectively a short day. We lose an hour, so my 8am start was a nine am start, so as I sit here at what feels like 6pm it’s 7 and in thinking of work and, well, bed.
Todays adventures feature me venturing to Waitrose and spending less than I anticipated. I braced myself as I availed myself of bread flour, promo packs of cornflakes, pizzas, toothpaste, washing powder etc. But it was less expensive as I thought. I returned to begin making a piece of slow cooked beef, and attempted again a key lime pie. I simply appear unable to make this bloody dessert. My last chagrin was my filling. This time, the crust. It broke up very easily. And seemed to collapse under the weight of meringue. How anything can collapse under the weight of something that is like air. It began leaking a sweet liquid. It won’t be the filling, I have no idea where from. I must figure where I went wrong. Practice practice practice to quote Whitney Houston on the X Factor.
The composition of the pie worked, as you can see
Sunday’s suck. It’s a sad pathway back to work. You waste a day being miserable. I’m so silly for being like this.
Ah nevermind. Had a fabulous weekend nonetheless. And with two days off midweek, I’m unlikely to be trouble by the week ahead. Bring on weekend two!
– I don’t run for pleasure. I run for the love of cake. And bread. And pie.