It's tart time here. I suddenly learnt how easy it was to make pastry and I seem to be making tarts every week at the moment. I'm even changing the recipe, gasp, shock, horror! This is major for me. Ever since I made the most disgusting pasta in the world at university (with cabbage, what did I expect?), I vowed to use recipe books and on the whole I seldom stray. I'm not one of those natural cooks who can just throw things together and it tastes great. I throw things together and it tastes ... odd. However, I've been noticing lately that seven years' experience of almost nightly cooking is starting to show some effects and I feel, not exactly a tingling, but a vague sense of competence in the kitchen and I'm a bit more adventurous about changing recipes. This pastry was made with half white flour and half wholewheat and I think it was ok, not delicious but not bad and a vague attempt to be healthy.
Aside from tarts, this is still my current obsession:
A dog. Probably a Yorkshire Terrier for its useful handbag size, but I'm very tempted by a West Highland Terrier or a Dachshund. I want a small dog so I can cart it around with me, and so I can exhaust it on a relatively short walk. I'm very excited about it. The best thing about this latest obsession is that it's achievable. I went to the garden centre last week and it seemed like everyone had a dog. I felt a familiar dip in spirits at being excluded and then suddenly I realised, "I can have a dog too! I can get a dog right now if I want." It's the best feeling ever. I can distract myself for hours thinking about training the dog or what walks to take him on or on which dog is better for me or on when I should get him. It's marvellous, the best remedy yet for sinking spirits.