Herself: Cleaned and tidied, and I posted a nice large new pile of plunge pictures from Tim to the Plunge album and remembered to send out a note to everybody. Gosh, I really was a size 14.
Reading: Finished Masterharper of Pern
Balance: The brief silence before the casserole.
I made a what should have been a delightful gazpacho. Instead, it was so acid that my toes curled.
I peeled and seeded the tomatoes, G seeded and diced the cucumber, and even though the added green onions and parsley gave the soup a decided green cast, the problem was in the lemon.
I assumed. Thinking that one of those ice cube container cubes was a tablespoon, I followed the recipe and popped two in the soup. On finishing, we discovered it really was four. Perhaps even more from the degree of toe curl.
Yesterday I followed the recipe for a zucchini casserole to the measurement…exactly. Four cups of grated zucchini means four cups. Remembering my error with a carrot cake where I didn’t pack the carrots into the measuring cup tightly enough, I packed those grated zucchini bits in beyond tightly.
I won’t tell you what went wrong with my eggs, but I made a lightening run to the grocery store for a fresh dozen eggs while eliminating a horrid smell in my icebox. Ah, a reality I hadn’t expected.
When I mixed my three beaten eggs and tablespoons of flour in with the zucchini, I still had grated zucchini. I thought about adding a fourth egg but didn’t. When I took this concoction out of the oven, the recipe saying the center should be cooked, I still had a center of solid zucchini.
I’m not giving the gods a third chance here. Next time I’m not grating the zucchini.