Skills and Treats

Yesterday I made creme brulée to use the quart of heavy cream I rashly bought, and them of course needed to make meringues to use the egg whites. this could go on and on!

The meringues were not a success - I read on the internet to use less sugar for a dry meringue (and I always use meringue suisse, more control and volume and I have the copper bowl), and there wasn't enough sugar to maintain structure, Tasted sort of ok though.(the four pretty ones are for company, the others in random pots)

What I did enjoy was exercising my skills - the custard, the caramel, the um, meringue...

Dark Secret

This is my song, O God of all the nations,
A song of peace for lands afar and mine.
This is my home, the country where my heart is;
Here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine;
But other hearts in other lands are beating
With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.
My country's skies are bluer than the ocean,
And sunlight beams on clover-leaf and pine.
But other lands have sunlight too and clover,
And skies are everywhere as blue as mine.
Oh, hear my song, O God of all the nations,
A song of peace for their land and for mine.

My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountainside,
A song of peace.


Patriotism makes me very uncomfortable.

Dear Dear

We think its mother was killed on the road, and the poor little thing just lay down under the roses and died....