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wickedorin) wrote2011-08-10 05:48 pm
wickedorin) wrote2011-08-10 05:48 pm
All Things Come Back to Pie... and Hand Cramps
I started trying to get a list together of the things I indented to make in the near future. ...I wound up deleting it when I reached 30 items and had no trouble thinking of more. Time is stupid.
When you crochet so much that your knuckles are bleeding, that may be a sign that it's time to quit for the night. (...I didn't, but I probably should have.) Geez. I mean... only me. I know. This "thing" I'm working on has decided what it wants to be. I am screwed, as usual. Long, involved project becomes longer and more involved, surprise! But it will be very sparkly. And to this I must serve.
As a side note, I don't want anyone to think I'm honestly complaining about the work I do. If I didn't love it, I wouldn't do it. There's pain and there's frustration and sometimes there is an awful lot of cursing and constant questioning of why the hell I keep doing it, sure... but I've been sitting here for hours with a project spiraling out of control in an enjoyable way, music in the background, surrounded by toys, a bowl of cherries on one side, a cup of tea on the other, an enabler on the other side of the internets, and a puppy that runs downstairs every so often just to make sure I'm not eating anything interesting without her. I don't know if anyone will buy this when I'm done, and I don't know if anyone will appreciate it like I do, but that's not the point. This is the good life, even taking the health issues into consideration.
So I will write quickly about
Wait, let's set up some background music. There we go. (Like you didn't see that coming.)
Yesterday morning I thought, "What the hell, I may as well make pie." I've got somewhere around a billion (rough estimate) cherries and so I may as well make use of them, right? So getting those cut up was easy. (I don't have a cherry pitter. I don't see the point. I like to see all of that luscious dark cherry red laid out before me as I slice cherries open one by one. ..............But that's something I will keep to myself. And the internet.)
Disaster didn't strike until the crust. I went for Crisco and flour because... that's what I had, and also for ease. Well, one learns that a fundamental rule of pie crust is "add as much water as you think you need... then more." I guess I should have added to that rule, "And then a little more still because this is going to fall apart on you as soon as you try to put it into the pie tin." But that's the bottom crust, it doesn't matter. ...The top crust gave me the same problem in such a way that I had to fold the extra portions of bottom crust over, and...well, screw you too, crusts. So I covered it in egg wash to hold it together, sprinkled some sugar and pumpkin pie spice on top and put it in the oven. Take that, pie.
It ain't pretty. But it's mine. And indeed it is tasty. Of course, I cut the first slice while it was still warm. Yeah, that was smart. I'm glad I'm not responsible for anyone's safety. Well, the dog's, but she's pretty good at knowing when to curl up in a corner because I'm involved in something stupid again. The second piece came out perfectly, but consciousness doesn't strike me until 11:00 AM or so, so I didn't take a picture.
Now there is no sugar added to the cherries in this pie. You see, my grandparents were adamant about pie being a good breakfast food. *grin* Makes sense to me. Let's test this theorybecause I can't choke down any more damn oatmeal. But of course if one were having this pie for dessert... a little melted chocolate drizzled over the top is glorious. Or some whipped cream. Or some whipped cream and melted chocolate. Or some ice cream, plus all of the above. Or...
Which is to say, there were no adventures had at all. But surely Xemnas will be showing up soon.
I still feel like kind of a dick for being as disappointed as I am in the official call bracelets. At least they're priced right, right guys? *snort* Ahem. I love the fact that they're slap bracelets, but... maybe it's just the pictures. I don't think I've ever made something first with an official product to come out later, so maybe my perspective is just screwed up.
Geeks jitterbug. Who knew? I know nothing about dancing, but they sure as hell put on a show.
And now I go back to work.
When you crochet so much that your knuckles are bleeding, that may be a sign that it's time to quit for the night. (...I didn't, but I probably should have.) Geez. I mean... only me. I know. This "thing" I'm working on has decided what it wants to be. I am screwed, as usual. Long, involved project becomes longer and more involved, surprise! But it will be very sparkly. And to this I must serve.
As a side note, I don't want anyone to think I'm honestly complaining about the work I do. If I didn't love it, I wouldn't do it. There's pain and there's frustration and sometimes there is an awful lot of cursing and constant questioning of why the hell I keep doing it, sure... but I've been sitting here for hours with a project spiraling out of control in an enjoyable way, music in the background, surrounded by toys, a bowl of cherries on one side, a cup of tea on the other, an enabler on the other side of the internets, and a puppy that runs downstairs every so often just to make sure I'm not eating anything interesting without her. I don't know if anyone will buy this when I'm done, and I don't know if anyone will appreciate it like I do, but that's not the point. This is the good life, even taking the health issues into consideration.
So I will write quickly about
Wait, let's set up some background music. There we go. (Like you didn't see that coming.)
Yesterday morning I thought, "What the hell, I may as well make pie." I've got somewhere around a billion (rough estimate) cherries and so I may as well make use of them, right? So getting those cut up was easy. (I don't have a cherry pitter. I don't see the point. I like to see all of that luscious dark cherry red laid out before me as I slice cherries open one by one. ..............But that's something I will keep to myself. And the internet.)
Disaster didn't strike until the crust. I went for Crisco and flour because... that's what I had, and also for ease. Well, one learns that a fundamental rule of pie crust is "add as much water as you think you need... then more." I guess I should have added to that rule, "And then a little more still because this is going to fall apart on you as soon as you try to put it into the pie tin." But that's the bottom crust, it doesn't matter. ...The top crust gave me the same problem in such a way that I had to fold the extra portions of bottom crust over, and...well, screw you too, crusts. So I covered it in egg wash to hold it together, sprinkled some sugar and pumpkin pie spice on top and put it in the oven. Take that, pie.
It ain't pretty. But it's mine. And indeed it is tasty. Of course, I cut the first slice while it was still warm. Yeah, that was smart. I'm glad I'm not responsible for anyone's safety. Well, the dog's, but she's pretty good at knowing when to curl up in a corner because I'm involved in something stupid again. The second piece came out perfectly, but consciousness doesn't strike me until 11:00 AM or so, so I didn't take a picture.
Now there is no sugar added to the cherries in this pie. You see, my grandparents were adamant about pie being a good breakfast food. *grin* Makes sense to me. Let's test this theory
Which is to say, there were no adventures had at all. But surely Xemnas will be showing up soon.
I still feel like kind of a dick for being as disappointed as I am in the official call bracelets. At least they're priced right, right guys? *snort* Ahem. I love the fact that they're slap bracelets, but... maybe it's just the pictures. I don't think I've ever made something first with an official product to come out later, so maybe my perspective is just screwed up.
Geeks jitterbug. Who knew? I know nothing about dancing, but they sure as hell put on a show.
And now I go back to work.