The missing link.

Scratching, paging, lifting, nook and crannies...

I spent a good chunk of Sunday searching for a recipe that I had seen about 3 weeks ago. It involved pears and ricotta. The picture on the page was of baked pears filled with scrumptious ricotta cheese. I remember thinking: "Boy, I need to make me some of THOSE delish looking babies!"

Last week while I was doing the usual odds and ends grocery hoard I even threw in a block of ricotta and instructed my sis to pick up some pears from the fruit and veg place.

So there I was standing in the kitchen with my block of cheese in the one hand and a pear in the other- I felt frustrated for going to these lengths and not being able to be rewarded for my efforts. I mean, come on, it's only every blue/indigo moon that I decide to put my baking gloves on!!

I decided to get inspired by browsing through some recipe books... I decided to make a pie thingy. I got a bowl and started throwing all the goodies in- mint that has a chocolate flavour, dark choco pieces, yogurt, honey, and of course the ricotta and pears.

It went in and out of the oven quiet quickly- looked alright... I couldn't wait to munch down!! ( gobble, gobble, spittle, yum!)

I had a slice whilst sitting in front of the telly. It was delish, delish and more delish. I went to bed and looked forward to the morning's healthy breakfast!

It was a wretched occasion- I stared at the remaining crumbs on the plate....

I have come to the conclusion that this "pie-experience" had to be a figment of my imagination. Firstly, I must have dreamt up the recipe, because all the magazines in the house had no such recipe. Secondly, how can a 25cm diameter pie just DISAPPEAR?

Someone please explain the phenomenon?

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Now here's a tasty little tid-bit to digest....

Anonymous said...
HERE IS A QUICK QUESTION...

IF A RANDOM GUY... THOUGHT HE WOULD PERHAPS LIKE TO DO COFFEE WITH A SEEMLY FUN & LIVELY CHICK... PURELY PLATONIC… TO CHAT AND SHARE STORIES... LAUGH AND PASS TIME.

WOULD THE CHICK SAY YES...?

HE WOULD EVEN PICK UP THE BILL!

Huh?! Is that you Fred!? I do not on god's freckled earth appreciate your anonymousness. Why are you hiding? HAHA....

Answer to above question:
Coffee with a stranger (Fred?!), you never know these days. There are WAY too many freakazoids out there- especially one's on the internet. I'm too scared to fathom, how I'd wind up... inside the coffee, or having coffee spilt all over my t-shirt.

Coffee in Budapest, would be kinda nice though- would you pick up the air ticket bill as well?

In a way I'm flattered that ol' Fred would like to take a seemingly wacked out chicken like myself out for a cuppa.

Thanks Fred, much appreciated. I don't know if I even like Budapest or Budapestian(?) coffee for that matter.

Huh? Say that again slowly...

Ch-a-n-ge.

I think when you get to a big number like 25 in your life; alot of obscure and maybe even inevitable things start to happen (wisdom-bollocks). It has definitely been the case for me. I'm very open to it all, I mean how can I not be? This is a new chapter in my life and I'm ripping out the pages and framing them!

In the last few days, there's been a weird feeling in the pit of my mid-torso area- a cross between butterflies/an adrenaline rush/anxiousness/last night's mashed potatoes... (it's not a "feeling" I'm familiar with, so I don't know whether to moosh it up into a ball and play with it, or replace it with a bar of Lindt.

What do you do when your world is turned 360? Moving house, changing a job and losing a family member- they say a shift in any of these areas, are the hardest to deal with in one's life. Bring it on, I've been dealt all three...

I think I'll play with my ball of moosh.