I’ve been sewing a lilac coloured dress, in the peasant style, originally intended for Katya.
Upon trying it on her, we discovered that it’s too small. It’s those long, bony arms. >sigh< It’ll probably end up for sale.
Usually I am very fond of lilacs, but this year they smell much too saccharine. I feel rather miffed at this surprising turn. Why must one of my favorite spring flowers suddenly be emitting an aroma reminiscent of cheap eau de toilette?
At least they *look* nice. Even if I won’t be putting any near my face. Maybe their scent will improve as the season wears on. One can hope.
I’ve made a pie for supper. I’m not a great pie baker. I don’t like most fillings–they run and ooze, and are much, much too sweet. And my crusts–not so good. But after being inspired by pictures in a magazine (Good Housekeeping in Baltimore, I believe?) I have decided to give pie-making another try.
A Pulled Pork with Mashed Potatoes and Peas Pie.
We were getting tired of pulled pork sandwiches, you see.
I’m trying a new dough recipe. Without having completely tested the recipe, (haven’t eaten the pie yet) I will say that the dough did handle very, very well, esp. considering that spelt is sticker than durum wheat.
And now, for your delectation: Spring!
(Update: The pie came out very well! We all enjoyed it. The crust was excellent. But than, what would you expect from a recipe titled “Never, Never Fail”?)