The Case of the Missing Lemon Curd

Joe’s still “ahead of the curve” recovery-wise and, as an added bonus, he’s actually feeling better! We had take-out Thai food last night, went grocery shopping today despite the single digit temps, and now Chef is making dinner. Remarkable Medicine. Remarkable Care. Remarkable Endurance.

Let me tell you the story of The Missing Lemon Curd. I bought some pastries at the Bakehouse yesterday, including a Lemon Cloud. I brought it home and, with great anticipation, sliced it in half while J and C looked on. There was no lemon curd. The pastry was divine and there was a hint that it may have had a brief conversation with something lemony, but the pastry was empty. I called the Bakehouse and asked the apologetic woman to hold 2 Lemon Clouds for me for later pickup (I thought an extra one would be in order for pain and suffering, gas expenditure, and the disappointment of my brunch guests). I picked up my pastries in the afternoon and tore one open in the car before leaving. No lemon curd. I went back inside. I opened up the other one. No lemon curd. The two friendly women behind the counter said that the Lemon Cloud wasn’t completely “filled” with lemon curd. This was beginning to feel a little like the Cheese Sketch. “Do you, in fact, have Lemon Clouds with any lemon curd at all!?” They asked if I wanted something else and I selected a muffin, which I know has muffin inside. One of the women said they were going to bring this to the attention of the Bakers Investigative Unit (Scotland Bakehouse Yard). The description of the pastry is as follows: “These babies have taken the world of breakfast pastries by storm! They look like a paczki, but they taste like heaven. Fluffy rounds of buttery danish dough filled with our own fresh lemon curd.” A bit of hyperbole, perhaps? Rodomontade even? I’ll report on the results of the investigation of the The Missing Lemon Curd at a later date.

I understand why our friend Sarah (of “Sarah and the Elkhounds”) has a closet full of boots. You need ‘em to be a DogMa in S.E. Michigan. You need completely water-proof (as in rubber) boots for icy-water/mud conditions during the periodic winter thaws, boots rated to -25 degrees F. (the F is for Farenheit, although this weather might cause you to think of another F word. Perhaps I should say -25 degrees FF for friggin’ Farenheit), water-proof summer shoes, fair weather jogging shoes, and, probably, a few others for weather conditions I’ve forgotten about since last year (Tsunami shoes?). My Sorel waterproof, thinsulate-lined Timberwolf (or would that be Timberwoof?) boots are nearly perfect for the -17 degree wind chill we had today. They’re a little too tall, making it difficult to jog, so while I’m grateful to have them, I’m looking for a similar, but lower height boot. The search for the Holy Grail of boots continues.