This morning I:
Woke up dreaming of Aretha Franklin in slippers.
Fumbled around in the dark without contact lenses to slice my newly pickled crabapples.
Burned a batch of caramel making tarte tatin.
Also burned the tip of my index finger.
Got a few crabapples in the face trying to reach the unreachable.
Spent 10 unsuccessful minutes in pursuit of a wasp in my kitchen.
Called the school to excuse my sick and coughing kid.
Put my mascara on, then sneezed.
Managed to bake a wee tarte tatin just in time. And drove to CBC with it steaming up my windows.
Discovered a new use for the tinytart apples about to start falling off my tree. Using them almost whole.
And ate tarte tatin for breakfast.