On making the first mince pies of the season (or ever)

I don’t remember the last time I waited until this close to Christmas to start making mince pies…

Last night, a friend came over. She’s German and had never even heard of mince pies, let alone thought about making one. That obviously had to be rectified. Here’s the process of rectification:

Pre-rolled puff pastry. It was supposed to be specially amazing with extra butter, but it was sticky and soft and just generally hard to work with – next time I’ll stick to the usual stuff ๐Ÿ™‚
Normal sized tray – miniature moulds
6 rolls of puff pastry later there was still mince meat left in the first of 6 litre-tubs…
No way I’m going to faff about with a pastry brush – I dunk the lids in a mixture of milk and beaten egg, push one side into the top of a pile of sugar and hope they land sugar side up when I throw them towards the cases…
The first plateful (proper sized) – mostly straight out of the oven

๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ I think she done good ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚
(Photos feature my friend’s hands – I was wielding the camera :))

On talking too much to sleep

It’s gone one am and I’m not asleep yet.

I’m at my third AuPair family’s house. I haven’t been here in 8 or 9 years, and it is amazing how much has happened since then, yet how recent my time here seems.

It doesn’t feel strained or tense or foreign, it’s more like I’ve been away for a couple of months than several years. We’ve all changed a bit, but stayed the same a lot – things still fit, and we didn’t have to go through the awkward small talk at the beginning, we just took up where we’d left off. We have reminisced, and compared memories, and tried to catch up a bit, but one evening /overnight stay isn’t nearly long enough to cover everything that’s happened since I lived here.

I’m going to make an effort to see them more often than once a decade from now on.

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Right now I need to get some sleep!

On friendship and ignoration

Friendship is one of those things that should be easier than it is. Sometimes I think I’ve figured it out, and then BAM! I’ve buggered it up. Or they have. Whichever. It still sucks. And just as we get over whatever problem there was, something else happens. Round and round and round (though not so merrily).

This time round, it was a friend I hadn’t spoken to in months. There had been a trust issue at the end of last year, and it took a while to sort out. Since then our paths hadn’t crossed much. When they had, we’d been civil, but not exactly friendly.

Until last Friday.

We ended up at a meeting together. It wasn’t entirely unforseen, it’s a mutual interest, but they hadn’t been to any of the previous meetings so I wasn’t expecting it.

Afterwards, they stopped to ask how things are, and to talk about the meeting.

So far so good.

On our separate ways home, a text conversation commenced.

Apparently they’d decided to stop ignoring me. I wasn’t even aware that they had been. I thought, naiively, that it was just the way things were.

I am so naiive.