Due to the continued flagrant incompetence of my relocation consultants, there shall be no TWD for me today. Hopefully things will turn for the better later in the week.
Right now? I am so angry I have given myself a sick headache.
I'm going to bed.
06 September 2010
I'm delinquent. Forgive me. I didn't do this week's TWD assignment, nor Pies with That, and I haven't been posting for a bit. There has been a lot of thumb-twiddling, sewing of garments, gnashing of teeth, and a lot of rushing around here at Chez OC. I have a new job in a new industry in a new state and am in the middle of a very long and drawn out (to me anyway) while simultaneously hyperkinetic and frantic corporate-sponsored relocation four hours away, the panicky past couple of weeks special courtesy of an oh so helpful relocation consultant who doesn't seem capable of getting it together in general, much less doing things and contacting people on time. I kinda thought the point of having a relocation consultant was to make new employees' long distance moves easier and less stressful, but apparently that's what I get for thinking. Pah.
Usually my sister comes with me when I am moving to a new place, which distracts me some from my anxiety, but this time she is all "blahblah school blahblahblah clinicals blahblahblahblah work" so I'm totally on my own this time. The movers are going to pack my stuff tomorrow at the crack of dawn-- "We'll be there between 7 and 8 am!!" chirped the dispatcher, and I'm like "deeearrr Looooord WHHHHYYY, no one EVER needs to be in my space before 8 am"--, and somehow this is more frightening and anxiety inducing than doing it myself. And I HATE packing. I've never had the moving company pack my stuff before, and while I have no desire to do it myself, I also have little idea of what to expect beyond the advice everyone gives to sequester anything you don't want packed even if you think it's obvious that it does not go. They won't come to move the things till Wednesday. It will be very odd, I think, to be in my apartment, the one I've been settled in all year, with EVERYTHING in boxes for two days, and then on Thursday be in a new one in yet another new state (at this rate I don't know that I'll ever get back to Tennessee) with next to nothing for I don't know how many more. I'm not a fan of uncertainty about my stuff.
Anyway, I did have a few words for August's TWD selections, 'cause I did do them.
1) Oatmeal Breakfast Bread
This was kind of fun to make, as it allowed me to clear the cabinets some. It was fast to mix, but baking and cooling were a bit cumbersome for a "breakfast" bread. I didn't really like the end result, however--probably because instead of unsweetened applesauce I used sweetened apple butter, and neglected to reduce the amount of sugar in the recipe. D'oh! Bleah. I nearly went into a diabetic coma. User error sent it to the trash immediately.
2) Custardy Peach Tart
It was bitter hard not to make this one. I actually made it last summer as I was trying to work my way up to making pies. I do recall that it was one of my favorite things from the book ever--so easy and so delicious and it kept pretty well, too! Alas, my need to clear the cabinets meant that I had no peaches in the house or much in the way of ingredients for crust or custard. It's been some lean times 'round here folks, as I've been waiting to move. Sadness! It's not living when you can't make a tart just 'cause. It just ain't.
3)Espresso Chocolate Shortbread Cookies
This week I was like "hang it all--I'm sick of waiting," and got myself some chocolate and made these. I don't pass up too many opportunities for shortbread, people. I made the recipe just as specified and they are so simple and so good. I am eating the last of them now.
So that's where I am. Not very exciting, but there you have it. I hope that I can get settled in The City That Makes (what exactly?) very soon so I can get back to posting regularly! Now if you'll excuse me I am off to a three hour nap so I can then get up in the middle of the night and freak out about feeling not ready for the packers--whoooosahhhh.