Happiness is
I am having one of those days, in truth I am having one of those weeks. Maybe even one of those months. Gracious, let us hope it isn't one of those years.
My patience is stretched.
Very, very thin.
Do you remember those rather good Hamlet cigar adverts? I think that is what I need, a Hamlet moment. But I only smoke cigars when drinking whisky and that seems a bad idea on a weekday afternoon so I took to the kitchen instead.
The answer would surely be lemons. A lemon drizzle cake. As I beat butter and sugar I felt my shoulders relax. As I zested lemons I felt the corners of mouth turn upwards. I scraped the bowl happily and levelling the cake was pure pleasure. Finally I took the cake from the oven, poured that lemony, sugary syrup on top and it felt as though I was pouring my troubles away. I left the cake cooling and went to collect Miss Tilly.
I came home to find the remains of the cake on the kitchen floor and a dog beneath the table overcome with guilt, too late.
And just for the record, that would be the same dog who ate an entire tray oven warm flapjacks just five days ago.
I am having one of those days, in truth I am having one of those weeks. Maybe even one of those months. Gracious, let us hope it isn't one of those years.
My patience is stretched.
Very, very thin.
Do you remember those rather good Hamlet cigar adverts? I think that is what I need, a Hamlet moment. But I only smoke cigars when drinking whisky and that seems a bad idea on a weekday afternoon so I took to the kitchen instead.
The answer would surely be lemons. A lemon drizzle cake. As I beat butter and sugar I felt my shoulders relax. As I zested lemons I felt the corners of mouth turn upwards. I scraped the bowl happily and levelling the cake was pure pleasure. Finally I took the cake from the oven, poured that lemony, sugary syrup on top and it felt as though I was pouring my troubles away. I left the cake cooling and went to collect Miss Tilly.
I came home to find the remains of the cake on the kitchen floor and a dog beneath the table overcome with guilt, too late.
And just for the record, that would be the same dog who ate an entire tray oven warm flapjacks just five days ago.
Comments
Things can only get better, Rebecca.
Your lemons are like a little drop of sunshine - what recipe do you use for your drizzle cake?
My friend has to cool cakes in her microwave a her cats nibble them.
Did he say sorry?
what a tragedy.
(that dog has got a serious sweet tooth problem)
Baking really does help when you're in that kind of mood though - hopefully you can have round two without the dog in a few days!
that's gonna be one chubby dog if the manners don't mend. our Woody can sneak things of the dinner table if we're not careful - but he specialises in taking one piece of bread at a time, not whole pans of cake at once.
I do remember the Hamlet ads, a lovely nostalgic memory. They don't make ads like that anymore.
Alicex
There is something about baking that really puts us back into the moment (as they say, whoever they might be) and gets us using our senses to appreciate scents, colors, tastes.
Preheat that oven again, mix up another batter, do the baking, and then...take that dog for a long walk while the cake, pie, etc. cools.
Best wishes...after all it is February and a full moon is a day or so away.
xo
Kath
It was one of the best pies ever, though, what was left. But I will never forget that day. And she is a food thief ever after. We always barricade baked pastrys and cookies on the counter to cool.
What made you more frustrated: the mess, or not having the cake to eat?
I bake when I feel stressed. May I just say that I've made two batches of cupcakes, Raspberry Linzer Heart cookies, oatmeal bread and chocolate chip cookies this week alone? I don't have enough people to feed, either. Maybe I should borrow your dog?