I want to go back to Paris and sit in the jewellery-box interior of Saint Chappelle, soaking up the colours of the stained glass, and then go and eat something delicious.
When your hair matches your mallets
Excited to be starting work on editing a book. Also excited that it’s sunny and I can read in my hangout pod thing. Also bemused that it’s 9 degrees and feels pleasant.
Not a triplet but a…twentytwoplet? I think I underestimated this piece.
So the layers aren’t even, and there should be nine. But seven layers taste just as good! And it means I just need to make it another time to practise :)
New post at The Bexfiles (link in bio). Also, the post is not about Paris but I rather like this photo of stairs at the Arc de Triomphe.
It’s an exciting day. We’ve not had a functional stove since before Christmas. Our valiant camping hot plate did its best but now we have this marvellous induction cooktop and I can’t believe how fast a pot of water boils on it. Also so grateful to know a retired sparky to install it and refuse to accept payment :)
Other things I do!
