I'm pretty lucky. At least I've always felt lucky.
Stuff does mostly work.
But in case you were getting the irrits cruising by here with the sweet children and the glorious family farm and the caramel that just seems to work, I'm here to tell you it doesn't always.
Here is a banana loaf I made last week.
Filed in the recipe index under dreadful. (Also diabolical.)
Here's a pretty photo I took of Tilly.
And look. A handmade pair of pajama pants and (bought) singlet carefully embroidered with a matching scrap of fabric, for a six year old friend's birthday. And they don't fit. Not a bit.
And there I was with PERFECT light and how good are my photos?
And with that lovely falling light, that's it.
Something that does usually work is grilled cheese on toast.
Second dinner, anyone?