Thursday afternoon and evening, I was in what could only be called a stupendously rotten mood. You know how sometimes you're in a bad mood, and you kind of enjoy it? You let your emotional hall monitor (or your superego, for you Freudians) take a break and go with the flow so that you can through whatever's pissing you off by allowing yourself to be pissed off. This wasn't that. I was angry and I didn't want to be, which ... yes, made me more angry. But I woke up Friday morning feeling much better.
The neighbours had their last hurrah Thursday night, a sort of going-away party for themselves. They were up until at least 3:30 Friday morning, and it didn't bother me in the slightest that they kept me from sleep, as I knew it was the last time. It's amazing how tolerant one can be when the end of an intolerable situation is nigh.
Friday was for doing laundry and it was also going to be for the baking of pie, but the time, he got away from us. Lovelace got home around 6:30, and we left the house at 7:30ish for a household Target adventure. On our way, I realised that I haven't gotten out much at all lately, not even to go to the grocery store or the library. I suspect that my moodiness, culminating in the aforementioned Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Thursday, might've been due to a bit of cabin fever.
So yes, Target adventure. We haven't been to Target in a good, long time. We made up for this by being there for nearly 2 hours. Oy. It was too late, and we were too tired to start cooking, so we ordered pizza for dinner. It was lovely, as was pizza breakfast this morning.
563 is officially empty now. I know for certain because their wireless network is gone from my list of available networks. *chuckle* Grundle Cheese is no more.
I want to take pictures of 559 before we dismantle everything and move it next door. I never really took any photographs once we got everything arranged and settled, and I want to remedy that. I don't know why, but I just think that a photographic record might come in handy one day. Perhaps I'll be feeling nostalgic or something. Who knows?
I don't think there's much need to talk about the ridiculous heat wave we've had this weekend. There was heat, and it was ridiculous. My friend who grew up in Saudi Arabia said it was stupid hot this weekend, and if she thinks it's too hot, then, by god, it's too damn hot.
Lovelace had to work today. I'm not going to call him a poor thing, though. He worked today, then he's working Monday and Tuesday, and then he'll be off till the following Monday. Woohoo! I think we're doing a family get-together at Teddy's on the Fourth. Otherwise, I imagine next week will be all about packing and moving, perhaps finishing with a final Moving of Big Things some time this coming weekend. That would be awfully swell.
Lastly, Lovelace and I baked a peach pie this evening. He did the crust and I made the filling. We make a great pie-making team, and we used to bake pies pretty regularly. We stopped, I think, around ... actually, I just searched through my LJ Archive to see if there was any mention of pie-baking, the stopping and starting thereof. The last mention of a fresh-baked pie was in July 2006. We baked a peach pie for Mom's birthday. Prior to that, Lovelace and I hadn't collaborated on a pie since early 1999.
And I'm talking about proper, double-crust or latticed fruit pie. I've made a great many key lime pies and lemon ice box pies regularly since 2000. But the other sort, with the homemade flaky crust full of fresh summer or fall fruits ... there've been long intervals - lacunae, if you will - where none were baked at all. While we were with Chris, we didn't do the flaky fruit pies, only citrus pies, as he didn't really eat fruit.
I started my LJ in August 2001, shortly after we moved in with Chris. Going through the whole thing, there's talk of the two of us working on the peach pie in July 2006. Also of key lime and lemon ice box pies. There are a couple references to our baking pumpkin pie, once in 2002, again in 2004, and once in 2006. So 2006 was a two-pie year, six years ago.
I just spent way, way too much time looking all of that up. And yes, I do post in my LJ pretty much every time I bake anything sweet - cake, pie, cookies, banana bread, &c.
It's very late now. I went downstairs to see why Dante was barking (roommate arrival). Lovelace was sleeping on the couch. He awoke wanting pie, so we shared a slice, even though it was still pretty hot. We baked it in a cast iron skillet, so the cooling is going to take a long time.
Oh, my gods, the pie is so good. The only thing that could possibly improve it would be good vanilla ice cream or fresh whipped cream. Lovelace did a bang-up job on the crust, and I put together a damn fine filling. I can't think of anything I'd tweak or change at all. Good thing I was clever and wrote it all down as we went along, innit?
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