Today’s high will be 51 degrees, and the house has cooled down naturally to 71, the coldest it’s gotten in here since we moved in. Before Bev gets home tonight I’ll probably figure out how to switch the AC into heating mode if it keeps cooling, but for now I’m quite enjoying working at my desk in my nice cozy hoodie.
I just walked from my office into the kitchen and found this:
Apparently Macarons are being made, and must be monitored.
I guess the problem is problem is that they begin cracking, and this means either you under-whipped or over-whipped, with no way to tell which. This doesn’t seem, to my mind, to be a particularly helpful debugging step, as you don’t know what to change. But I guess at least they won’t come out overly cracked if you monitor them.
This is what happens when Bevin marathon watches the great British baking show while knitting.
Knitting pattern authors who do not use charts will be exiled to a remote island with a calculus textbook and graph paper, and only enough wood to build one boat without errors. When you learn how to properly design something first, write down the plan, and THEN execute on it you can rejoin civilization.
Those who do not survive will not be missed.
As a nice change of pace from THAT debacle I’m going to build some Legos. At least they know how to plan ahead.
Everyone is so nice in Texas. With two exceptions:
Anyone driving a vehicle.
Seriously, It’s observable and repeatable! I’ve met ONE nice barista, the rest have all been surly. I think early 2000’s snobby coffee culture maybe just arrived here or something? Either that or Starbucks is piloting the mandatory lunchbreak electro-shock therapy here.
On the issue of cars, I think they’re second only to California on my list of places where people are actively trying to kill you while driving, it’s actually pretty insane. Doing 15mph over the limit keeping pace with absolutely solid traffic ahead of you? People will tailgate you until you merge out of their chosen lane or they decide to go around you. I was held up in traffic yesterday for 3 full changes of a single stoplight because people just park in the middle of the intersection, preventing anyone from going anywhere when the light changes.
In california it made sense, they were all terrible people either in their cars or not. But everyone here (barring baristas) is super friendly. Until we go all destruction-derby on each other apparently. Very weird.