In a cruel twist of fate (or lack of planning somewhere closer to home) the passion fruit purée did not get delivered to work today. So instead of spending my post-lunch torpor making the passion fruit mousse as planned, I cut larger cakes into smaller ones all afternoon. (Not a good way to work through the postprandial dip.) The worst part about this is that cutting the cakes is my usual Friday afternoon activity. But we are far from Friday. My last task of the day was to put the dusty plastic Smurf figurines in a bath of hot water, soap, and two drops of bleach. *Bashing head against wall.* Although I must admit I have always loved the French (read: true) name for the Smurfs: Les Schtroumpfs. It’s an 11-letter word with two vowels!
Anyway, the cold, dreary, rainyness of today has not made me feel inspired to write the post I had originally planned for today. (I guess it’s just that kind of day around here.) Somehow, I have gotten a hankering for some spaghetti bolognaise. Off in search of ground meat I go.
Originally published on Croque-Camille.