I want a tart pan. So so badly. A pretty pretty silver tart pan with fluted edges. I wants it. And then....oh ho, in the words of Dr. Seuss - "Oh the places you'll go".
I haven't actually made or conquered anything new since the success of sweet potato burritos - too many other household-y chores to do. Also I have cleaned up a couple peanut butter fudge attempts, and every time I get the stove/general kitchen clean I don't want to then go dirty it myself. I mean I did make jam cookies today (with strawberry, blueberry, raspberry, and cranberry orange centers) but I always feel like those don't count. I mean, who would count those? Eh. But yes, a tart pan. And, an ice cream maker. Although this time of year, a tart pan would come in far more handy. And also a madeleine mold. And a Japanese mandolin. And a new tattoo. And now I feel like I'm starting to sound like Steve Martin in "The Jerk" (which is a classically hilarious movie that everyone should see if only to appreciate it when I make statements like "And that's all I need".
So nothing new at the moment, and probably not until the weekend is over, because I have a long weekend full of gooey eyed customers making kissy faces at each other to deal with. And I will fully own the term hypocrite, but watching that stuff is like watching a car crash. You can't look away, but you wish you never looked. And I am in a relationship with a man that sends me sweet little text messages telling me that I am his angel and the light of his life and wishing me a "Good morning beautiful" every day. But seriously peeps, be mindful - not everyone can have nor wants to have a significant other.