The stock arrived on Friday, which I was extremely excited about - for about twenty seconds. Opening the boxes and getting the stock out lost all it's appeal when I realised I would have to find somewhere to store it all. The cupboard under the stairs filled up with the contents of box one, which left another three boxes to distribute around my tiny little house.
I eventually found space for it all; although my vision of me enchantingly grabbing a bottle of this - to add to a pinch of that - was dashed when I realised that to get the ingredients together to make up a cream is going to have to start with an expedition to gather it together from the four corners of my house and a trek up the garden to the shed.
My other problem is that I now have to buy all new equipment such as: a blender, a large stainless steel saucepan, a ban marie (or water bath to you peasants), and all the steriliser proof utensils. Before when I wanted to make up a cream I did it on my cooker with a couple of bowls and a hand-whisk - turning professional means keeping everything sterile and carefully measuring ingredients - this involves percentages and I am noooooo mathematician - so already it's not as fun as it used to be. But this has always been my problem as soon as things stop being fun I get bored of them (my daughter is lucky I stuck with her through the teenage years). So I am now having to talk myself through this small crisis, with promises that this time next year I will no longer have to work for other people - now that sounds like a goal worth pursuing.
Today I am writing The Book - I have already written most of it in long-hand - it is the part where the reader gets to know the protagonist and her current forest dwelling situation. I have all ready been for a walk and have a flask of tea on tap so there is no reason for me to stop this time......
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