I used to be able to do two things at once. At least, I’m pretty sure. But lately I have been getting into trouble with my penchant for juggling tasks. My latest endeavor was mowing the lawn while baking a cake. I admit the oven was too hot, but I should have caught it beforehand. My goose-egg cake is burned. I have tried to salvage it, but I don’t know if it will be any good.
The other things I burned the other day were the sausages I put on the grill, then ran inside to make the salad. But the sausages burned. Luckily I had some wild boar steaks that I’d been planning on serving the next evening. I tossed those on the grill and watched them carefully.
This morning I took my husband to the airport and was stuck in traffic for an hour on the way home, so I’m feeling tired. I still have to take my daughter to the dentist and I’d really like to finish the book I’m editing. (I will not edit while driving, never fear!)
Hubby has just called – he’s safely arrived in Spain where he’s staying for two weeks. Lucky guy! I love Spain. But the weather here is resolutely summer still, so I’ll not complain.
Instead, I will fix myself another cup of coffee and go keep an eye on my goose egg cake!
I just tasted the cake. It is unedible.
My son looked at it, said ‘Uck’, and went out for a jog.
Auguste seems to like it.
He’s a weird dog.