That’s me. I’m done.
Overcooked in fact.
Two classes, 6 emergency cases at the hospital, and husband-less for the weekend.
He’s gone cycling in the scenic Eastern Cape. Lovely.
The last time he went away over a weekend, he took the kids with him. Better.
I had my Friday all laid out: set-up for the Saturday class, bake for tea. Then… R.E.L.A.X
I’d just set these unbaked macarons out, when I got a call to get to the hospital for an emergency.
Fine, I thought. An hour to develop a shell would be perfect, I thought.
But the case took three.
Ping ping ping!
So this is what macarons look like when they’ve had an extended resting time.
A little tired. A lot flat. And tending to fall apart more than normal.
(Oh. That’s me, again.)