Every year after Thanksgiving, I start getting excited about all the things I can do and make as Christmas time approaches. All of those heavenly smells that come from the kitchen and the really pretty tins and boxes of cookies and the presents that details have been paid attention to even in the wrapping because they're almost too pretty to open. The decorations that adorn the mantle and the porch pillars and the wreaths that hang from the ornate ribbon over every window and door, the lights strung so carefully and evenly. I really love all of these sights and smells and actions, but **SIGH**I have run out of money, time and steam, and I can't afford to make such a beautiful season stressful, so I opt to do only a few of the things on my fantasy list.
Oh, contrair mon frair! Even with the high-techy digital thermometer, it was a disaster! I don't even know what went wrong, I just know that I threw out the entire pan. I did not selvage one single bit. It was bad. It was worse than bad. I shudder when I think of it!
Beautiful! I had done it! It was visibly successful! I did my little happy dance and proceeded to make the white layer.
I had helpers. Of course I did...when don't I have my trusty bowl-and-spoon-lickin' sous chefs?? There is always evidence that I have helpers: