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Aug. 30th, 2003 01:52 amI have come to my computer in the middle of the night....
*Kristin whacks train of thought, sending it spinning off course before it can complete the reference*
It is nearly 2am. I should be in bed now. Why am I not in bed? Because I am baking. What am I baking? Pies. Why am I baking pies? Because I firmly believe that bribery never hurts. The-manager-my-uncle who is in charge of scheduling missed out on the last set of pies I baked (his own fault--Springsteen concert apparently ranked higher than dinner at my mother's) and has been pining for one ever since. Which he reminded me about tonight at work. Since I was planning to bake this weekend anyway, I asked him what kind he wanted (having peaches, nectarines, and apples on hand). He chose peach. And really, it's just as efficient to bake three pies as one, right? So I pulled out all the apples and made two apple pies as well, one for my parents and one for my grandmother and myself. I had forgotten that the longest part of apple pies is coring and peeling the things. Last time I made apple pies I bribed my mother into peeling them while I made the crusts.
Now, how does the bribery come into this? Quite simple: friends coming to visit next weekend. Therefore I want Saturday night off. Therefore I am going to make that request tomorrow. With the peach pie. Therefore I am still awake and shall be so for another half-hour.
Therein lies the convoluted tale of wee hour baking sessions.
(Actually I'm not that bad... he'd give me the day off anyway. This way I can assuage his whinings about pie at the same time too, though.)
And I'm out of lemon juice.
*Kristin whacks train of thought, sending it spinning off course before it can complete the reference*
It is nearly 2am. I should be in bed now. Why am I not in bed? Because I am baking. What am I baking? Pies. Why am I baking pies? Because I firmly believe that bribery never hurts. The-manager-my-uncle who is in charge of scheduling missed out on the last set of pies I baked (his own fault--Springsteen concert apparently ranked higher than dinner at my mother's) and has been pining for one ever since. Which he reminded me about tonight at work. Since I was planning to bake this weekend anyway, I asked him what kind he wanted (having peaches, nectarines, and apples on hand). He chose peach. And really, it's just as efficient to bake three pies as one, right? So I pulled out all the apples and made two apple pies as well, one for my parents and one for my grandmother and myself. I had forgotten that the longest part of apple pies is coring and peeling the things. Last time I made apple pies I bribed my mother into peeling them while I made the crusts.
Now, how does the bribery come into this? Quite simple: friends coming to visit next weekend. Therefore I want Saturday night off. Therefore I am going to make that request tomorrow. With the peach pie. Therefore I am still awake and shall be so for another half-hour.
Therein lies the convoluted tale of wee hour baking sessions.
(Actually I'm not that bad... he'd give me the day off anyway. This way I can assuage his whinings about pie at the same time too, though.)
And I'm out of lemon juice.
