I slept 12 hours last night. This is a very good thing. I baked cookies this morning, 5 dozen shortbreads with crystallized ginger. If you’re on the micro-email mailing list, you have head-start notice as to WHY i’m baking cookies. just saying.
after cookies, I went shopping for mini jars of jam. I made a trip to the post office. I bought sausages to make an easy dinner.
It is school vacation this week, which brings a certain calm to the city. No kids playing outside at recess. Hardly any traffic. Stores are empty. And it’s gloriously sunny and warm (pity those who have planned ski vacations).
I still feel a bit jet lagged from my Friday night catering. It was a huge success — I catered an anti-valentine’s dinner — and it was the first time since i’ve been doing this (3.5 years) that everyone ate everything. Put food on their plates? All gone. Usually there’s someone who eats the pie but not the crust, or who shuffles the fennel to the side of the plate. Not this time. Ten people, ten empty plates. No leftovers. Shocking. They fought over the pie — not “oh that piece of pie is too large” but “that piece is too small.”
and 9 out of 10 guests were drinking tea (with me) by 10:30 pm. I can assure you that NEVER happened when i was consuming alcohol. I’d have kept filling up glasses, including my own, and then at 10:30 pm I would have brought out the port. Switch to mint tea? On a Friday night? Never.
So it was super successful all-round.
If you’re new to the blog, i’ve told the story before about how i pretty much had to quit drinking in order to pursue my part-time catering fun. i couldn’t face being up at 6 a.m. baking bread or working overnight shifts when i was constantly hung over. it’s like the universe made me choose between wine and baking. and i picked baking! which is hilarious if you knew how much i liked wine. but i found something i liked MORE.
no regrets monday!