Grumblings

I've worked a lot this week and I just made a pie that turned out horribly. I wanted to make a version of a lemon sabayon but instead of using lemons I tried blood oranges. I felt a little rushed in the kitchen and I ended up with a horribly runny mixture and a crust that was way too thick. Then I burnt it a bit. Right now I feel like a spoiled 11 year old girl and I just want to stomp my feet and tell everyone how unfair this is. I hate, hate, hate wasting sugar, butter, flour and
blood oranges!

Other than these feelings of sadness over losing my blood orange tart I'm starting to feel the winter blues. It was a crappy wet-snow filled Toronto day and my spirits are at an all time low. I would love to sit in a park right now and drink some red wine with some friends and ride my bike around town in a skirt (not in a slutty way of course!) How many more months of this stuff do I have to bear?