I went on a bit of a baking jag today, not in an ambitious French way, just in a comforting, occupy your hands and mouth with good honest British stodge way
Dan Lepard scones, literally the only thing I have ever cooked from Dan Lepard's massive baking book due to his fondness for Weird Flours.
Self-explanatory, surely. Self-explanatorily delicious, certainly.
This unattractive thing is a flamiche aux poireaux (leek pie). It is very tasty due to its being mainly composed of butter and cream.
Did I not have work to do? Yes, quite a lot, but I also had the concentration span of a crack weasel, hence baking. I have been here all day twitching and consequently have nothing whatsoever to tell you. I promise to do better tomorrow. I am collecting "this is like prison" child from the ski trip coach at 8 tomorrow, because an hour in a chilly car park to collect an exhausted and monosyllabic 12 year old is a bracing start to the day. I have failed to engage with Easter in any way, there are no eggs, maybe I will have to hire that chicken costume and terrify my children instead. Given the eldest said he would "prefer money" this seems justifiable. I don't doubt he would prefer money, I would prefer a Shetland pony and some Elemis Supersoak, maybe half a Xanax, but we are both going to have to make do with a MaltEaster bunny and/or a murderous chicken. Possibly a murdered chicken given how loud and obnoxious evil Pepper is currently.
I wrote something for The Pool about the whole Brussels thing.
I am going to Shakespeare & Co on my launch date! This is very exciting. Observe how in the foregoing link I am giving the Man Booker International Prize Panel (well, their listing) a weird needy stare, the kind that will make them pretend to remember a thing they need to do urgently and back away apologetically but swiftly.
50% Genuinely obsessed with this bird. I especially love the deliberate, slow way he goes for the last green cup.
30% Bra misery, how can you both gape AND create torso weals? How is this a thing? It's like having simultaneous spots and wrinkles (yep, that too).
10% Annoyed by weird waffle enthusiast strangers including me in their waffle debates on Twitter. Today some bloke in Las Vegas tweeted a picture of a massive green waffle and @ed me in, and I have been drawn into people commenting on this horror waffle all day. Short of tweeting "I AM NOT AN ACTUAL WAFFLE" I can't work out what to do about it.
10% Oppressed by unwatched rapidly expiring Trapped episodes. Will anyone button up their overcoat, or remember their scarves? I doubt it.