There's a barbeque today.
I laid in bed this morning thinking about the day, only to remind myself that there is the barbeque and my instructions are to bring some dessert.
Bring on the ADHD rejection sensitivity and the feeling that anything I do or bring will be judged. Fun, eh!
Making matters worse, yesterday, being Good Friday, nothing was open. Could I get anything to make a dessert? No. Could I make something from what I had in the cupboards? Maybe. Would it be what I would normally make? No.
See, I've got a reputation as the dessert queen. I make a great tiramisu. My lemon polenta cakes are legendary. I bake a decent chocolate cake. There's little you can do when the supermarket is closed and you can't pick up the lady finger biscuits, marscapone, almond meal, fresh eggs or whatever else you might need to make such a concoction.
Added to this is the Gen-X guilt of not being a good enough home maker.
I was discussing this my friend last night and she sympathised, but recommended popping into Aldi and get one of their apple streudels from the freezer section. Or even better, go and find a Vienetta. So very retro.
I made a compromise. I did went apple strudel route as I passed an Aldi on the way home from meditation.
The other thing I did, to keep up with the CWA guilt, was made some biscuits. Nagi from RecipeTinEats had a recipe for three ingredient peanut butter cookies. Peanut butter (crunchy preferred) a cup of brown sugar and an egg. Mix. Refrigerate for a bit. Roll into balls and bake for 10 minutes in a medium over (180 degrees). Perfect. I cooked it myself (See how clever I am?) and I'd filled the brief.
I rocked up to Blarneys with the Apple Strudels and the biscuits. It seems somebody had brought over an apple pie and Blarney had made a large apple crumble that could feed an army.
Ah well. I put the apple strudels back in their freezer and got on with my day.
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