And then this happened:
My big jar of active dry yeast broke as I was putting it back in the freezer, because I wanted to try the instant kind. And, as you know, active dry yeast is just hundreds of teeny-tiny little balls.
So now you know what you'll find in every little corner of my kitchen. There's only so much a vaccuum can do. One day, when we finally renovate, we'll be taking up the floor and wondering what all the little brown balls are.
That, or else when the weather warms up the linoleum will start rising.
Like a yeasty curse, this made this avocado go bad. Because it clearly wasn't my fault. I'd only had it for a week and a half, and this half had only been sitting in the fridge for two days. Obviously, a defective avocado, and in no way laziness on my part.
That yeast really broke my heart. I might never bake again.
I'm leaving tonight for a weekend with my Mom and most of the women on her side of the family. You know I'm baking treats to take, including a variation on boter-koek that I've been thinking about. Incessantly. It didn't take too long to get over the yeast, eh?
But although boter-koek is special, something much more exciting is happening: I'm going without the kids. For the first time. Ever.
I think I'm going to miss them.
So whatever's going to go bad in my evil fridge just better wait until Sunday afternoon, because Mr won't have time to think about it.
