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Feb 12, 2009 23:51

Ah, got home from work after Jon Stewart was over... hopefully asleep at the end of Colbert.

I wore huge earrings today, which almost carried me away in the tremendous winds (both on the way to and from work). I feel in even closer solidarity with my big-eared friends: the bunnies, the elephants, and Barack Obama.

My tart was beautiful AND yummy. (2/3 eaten by coworkers yesterday, 1/6 eaten by me today, 1/6 lying in wait for me tomorrow) And it survived my commute safely, thanks to all your advice and encouragement. :) I Was Told There Would Be Cake, on loan from xse99, turns out to be a treatise on tarts (in part):
Unless you are a professional, you will find the tart to be a high-maintenance, unforgiving whistle-blower of a pastry. If they could sprout sexual organs and mate, they would go extinct on the jungle floor. Chocolate chip cookies, impossible to fuck up, would breed like deer. Tarts are the red pandas of the baking Amazon. They are all about what you're not allowed to do. The crust alone: don't knead it too much too fast, don't sprinkle too much water, not that much butter, cool it first, don't cook it too long. This is a polite pastry. A civilized pastry.
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