Pelted to death with puffballs.
That's what things felt like from sundown Thursday to sundown Friday. Nothing, per se, particularly awful. Just lots of little things that demanded my attention with no gap between them.
One of my flaws (yes, even I have them) is that I need time to get all introspective (look inward, angel) and "digest" things in my brain. But you can't do that when clients call you in a panic, or when you need to go sign something 30 minutes away and you have 10 minutes in which to get there. That sorta thing.
But...I had wine. I had a dinner the sorts of which I scrupulously tend to avoid these days in the slim hopes I'll see my abdominals one last time before I assume room temperature. Tapas out the yin yang, grilled prawns, escalivada of summer vegetables and finger potatoes poached (poached!) in EVOO...and a crema catalana (think creme brulee in a much shallower vessel, so you get a greater crust: custard ratio). Then we came home, I flopped on my fave seat, fired up the laptop and was able to--serendipituously--do a good deed for one of my three favorite human beings on the Planet.
To round things off, I went to Confession early and THEN had a kick-arse workout. God has rewarded me by having TFBIM schlep off with the lads (it's a tax holiday here and school uniforms are included) for the while.
So, I'm good.
-J.
One of my flaws (yes, even I have them) is that I need time to get all introspective (look inward, angel) and "digest" things in my brain. But you can't do that when clients call you in a panic, or when you need to go sign something 30 minutes away and you have 10 minutes in which to get there. That sorta thing.
But...I had wine. I had a dinner the sorts of which I scrupulously tend to avoid these days in the slim hopes I'll see my abdominals one last time before I assume room temperature. Tapas out the yin yang, grilled prawns, escalivada of summer vegetables and finger potatoes poached (poached!) in EVOO...and a crema catalana (think creme brulee in a much shallower vessel, so you get a greater crust: custard ratio). Then we came home, I flopped on my fave seat, fired up the laptop and was able to--serendipituously--do a good deed for one of my three favorite human beings on the Planet.
To round things off, I went to Confession early and THEN had a kick-arse workout. God has rewarded me by having TFBIM schlep off with the lads (it's a tax holiday here and school uniforms are included) for the while.
So, I'm good.
-J.
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I have a contrite email to send you, but am at work with no addresses, so it must wait.
enjoy your day, dear. and that crema thing sounds heavenly. Because increasing - or is decreasing? - the crust-to-creme ratio is the ONLY thing that could inmprove a good creme brulee.
-J.
-J.
I'm glad.
Thanks again!
-J.