Ground Hog Day

Ever notice that I seem to be spending a lot of time apologizing for not cooking and not blogging? I hate to say that you had better get used to it.

What is the worst thing that could happen to someone planning what is essentially a baking marathon? Well I could lose my creaming arm in a horrible accident. I could develop a sudden gluten, egg and dairy allergy. I could turn vegan. Well none of those things has happened but my oven has broken down. I’m hoping it isn’t terminal.

In the mean time, not that I have been home much at all, but I have managed to turn out quite a nice plate of pikelets for morning tea today. There is something very satisfying about pikelets and so much easier than pancakes which I always seem to have a problem with.

Isn’t it strange how you can have a nemesis food? Pancakes almost never turn out right for me, and mayonnaise – don’t even start me on that. I know how to make it, I know exactly how it works, I can spend half an hour slowly drizzling oil in and it still splits. One day I’ll crack it, maybe.

Anyway, seeing how unproductive I’ve been I think I deserve a break. I’m off for a week or so but my groaning tomato plants and the fruit getting cheaper in the shops is signaling to me that my time of lethargy will soon have to be at an end.