Ouch. Twelfth Night will kill me yet.
Dec. 16th, 2002 01:29 pmI am a very sore kitten today. I have a headache in the back of my neck.
I rolled out 45 pie crusts yesterday, and stuffed them into ziploc bags. And yet still more need to be made. I'll be happy when there are 50 or so, but G has the extra unrolled dough still in her fridge. And because I use a French pastry pin (which is basically a big dowel that tapers at the ends), my hands hurt. And we made about 40 loaves of bread, kind of like a whole-grain foccacia but different. Well, mostly I watched and stuffed pie crusts in bags--G made the bread.
I am supposed to tell her, next time she suggest making the pie crusts and the bread, to shut up.
And there are no flying llamas.
I rolled out 45 pie crusts yesterday, and stuffed them into ziploc bags. And yet still more need to be made. I'll be happy when there are 50 or so, but G has the extra unrolled dough still in her fridge. And because I use a French pastry pin (which is basically a big dowel that tapers at the ends), my hands hurt. And we made about 40 loaves of bread, kind of like a whole-grain foccacia but different. Well, mostly I watched and stuffed pie crusts in bags--G made the bread.
I am supposed to tell her, next time she suggest making the pie crusts and the bread, to shut up.
And there are no flying llamas.