Look at this.
Whyever am I posting a picture of scrambled eggs, you ask. Because it is not scrambled eggs. It only looks like scrambled eggs. Like, exactly like. But it's not!. What it is is a baking disaster. Alas, this heap of rubbery awfulness was supposed to be . . . are you ready for this? . . . clementine chiffon. You know, like lemon chiffon only clementine? Chiffon: light, airy, lovely? Not rubbery and scrambled eggy! Wah! I did various things wrong during this first effort at baking a clementine pie, and unlike the "baking" of the "real" Clementine Pie, which I did perfectly -- iif I don't say so myself . . .
. . . this pie was an unmitigated disaster. After the photo, it was scraped into the trash. Sigh. We were having some friends over, but luckily I had also made s'mores bars and gingerbread cupcakes with cream cheese frosting, so there was ample sweetness without the miserable pie.
(Wow, I'm super tired right now! But determined to put up a post!)
Our friend and doula Kristen was here last night, and she brought her friend Robert, who brought his friend, Christmas squirrel.
And Christmas squirrel in turn brought his friend, Farah Fawcett's head.
Of course, I never pass up the opportunity to get my photo with a dead animal.
Christmas squirrel was a lovely guest. He ate very little and entertained everyone, as a true Christmas squirrel should.
(Eyelids very heavy. Must. Sleep.)