Packing and baking usually aren’t 2 activities that go together but here they most certainly do. The pantry is mostly packed, with only the essential ingredients left out or jars with bits and bobs left which I am hoping we can use up before the move. I didn’t find too many out of date items (surprisingly) however, all of those that I did find are herbs and spices (unsurprisingly). I am looking forward to growing my own herbs though so I can see a big chuck out on the near horizon.
I’ve got the car loaded and ready for a run tomorrow as I’m dying to have a squizz and see how the painting has gone. Β I know they’re working on the trims now which is really exciting. Nearly all done! Then on to tiles. Sorry John, I know that’s going to be a rotten job too. I hope it’s easier than expected.
I’ve also got some errands to run tomorrow, including a trip into Ballarat to sort out details for carpet installation which is very exciting. I think we are on the final lap now! Get that chequered flag a-ready!
Baking however, has become a MUCH larger task than anticipated. I decided to bake to use up some of the aforementioned small amount ingredients but I really must remember to focus when reading recipes. Using the flour measurements to measure out the sugar has resulted in having to make 6 times the original recipe, rather than the double I was aiming for. π¦ Gem scones anyone? I’ve ended up with nearly 200 of them so I hope Martin’s colleagues fancy home-baked morning tea tomorrow. π And I have 60 in the freezer as well as about 15-20 for the next few days. On the bright side, no more cacao nibs. π
I am in awe of your ability to harness energy from the sun…you are always on the go girl! Whenever I think about how many times I have had to move in the past (and I had an ex husband who liked to move anually for a while…) I go into the foetal position and need to be fed sweet things until the memories go away. I am certainly enjoying the ride to Ballan as a voyeur much MUCH more than I ever enjoyed my own physical relocations π