I've been having a horrendous run in the kitchen. I don't know what it is but nothing is working. I made quinoa honey biscuits, they were soft and clung to the roof of my mouth like damp weetbix. A creme caramel was grainy, the caramel had soaked into the custard leaving a brown, floury residue for me to sigh at. A ball of pizza dough was tough and biscuity and I'm just done with the failures.
I need to be re-inspired and re-ignited. I need to be blown away by food again. I need more time to experiment, when the pressure of waiting mouths isn't crouching behind me, poised to pounce with bared teeth.
So for now here's an orange tree. Strung with solar powered lamps. Friends of ours are renting this house in North Melbourne and I want something exactly like this when I look out the window.
Anyway, there's a jar of pickled pears waiting patiently in the fridge, perhaps that'll do it.