Ten to doomsday, moving fast

Hmm. Despite recent successes in attempting tumbles, last night I bolloxed it up and have hurt both wrists. Not badly, you understand, just enough to make me go "ouch!" occasionally. Then again, the morning after Intrusion I usually am going "ouch!" occasionally...

( Intrusion )

Tonight, I made a sullen

Years ago, back when I was...er pretty much the same as now, but younger, I could make soufflés. Dead easy.

Tried to make a cheese one this evening, for the first time in around 10 years. Had to look at a recipe, and everything.

Admittedly, I then largely ignored said recipe. But the result wasn't really a soufflé. It was quite pleasant, rather heavier textured, and not unlike the inside of a flan in some ways. We decided it was a cheese and onion sullen, as it sat there and looked back at Frances and I.

Notes to self: don't use our daft cutlery to measure tablespoons, it doesn't work, use the measure. Find the whisk-y bit for the Kenwood (or steal spare from parents), beating eggwhites by hand sucks. Find the egg separator, you're not competent to separate eggs using only the shells. When the recipe says "serves 4", don't bump up the quantities to make sure there's enough for 2. Or not by too much.