Memory And Kitchen Failings

And so another short holiday comes to an end.

Well, when I say 'Holiday' I do, of course, only mean a week off work.

Embarrassingly, I actually managed to forget that I had last week off at all.  I mean, I could have planned something ... or maybe not. Not with the sick puppy.

Anyway, it rained!

For nearly the whole damned week!

Change of subject now.

Let me tell you about my pie and cake.  Yes!  I can make  pies and cakes. I can also cook some pretty cool meals, if ever you are passing and in need of sustenance.

The pie was an apple and blueberry extravaganza.  Flaky crust and packed with sweet apples and plump, juicy blueberries.

It's a shame that I forgot the blueberries when I went shopping! So it turned into a simple apple and cinnamon pie.

Or would have, if I'd had any cinnamon.

It had apples in it. I swear!

Despite not being what was planned, it was very, very tasty.

And yesterday ... Sunday ... I made a mandarin cheese cake  ... without mandarins, which ... yes, you've guessed it ... I forgot to buy.

So it was quickly adapted to become a lemon cheese cake.

It also tasted really good.

Although it was only a cheese cake because I'd forgotten to put the lemon juice in!

Now, I know what you are thinking. He's getting on in years and his memory is going.

It get's worse.

Well, it would probably be worse, if only I could remember all those things that I remembered forgetting before I forgot them.

My name?  Of course I remember my name!

It's ... er ... begins with a G ... tip of my tongue ... er ...