Par example, instead of sitting down to plan a much-needed trip to !kea when I read about Weet's swedish meatballs, I suddenly wanted to make them in my own kitchen. That, and Sauerbraten. And maybe some Gefilte fish. Anything to broaden my horizons and distract me for a few minutes.
Because these four walls, they are closing in.
It's 15C here today. Insane. Do you want my jacket? Take it, I don't need it, for I am cloaked in failure!
It's getting to the point where I'm going to have to resort to OTC sleeping pills because if I have to waste the first two hours in bed every night going over my list of deficiencies, I honestly don't know what I'll do. What annoys me most is the length of the list and how quickly I was able to memorize it and whip through it like Rainwoman.
Sure, fine, it's the hormones talking, but the hormones don't make the list any less true. I seriously think I peaked the day I graduated second in my class from college in 1989. I want a cigarette, I want a Guinness, I want chocolate, I don't want to leave the house or get out of my jammies. I want to be That 1989 Girl. I don't know how to get back there. I want to erase a bunch of things. I want a do-over.
I want to make puff pastry from scratch.
See that there, that recurring theme? Melting, folding and kneading, melting, folding and kneading, melting, folding.....
Posted at 3:00 p.m.
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