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Monday
Nov022009

How My Mulberry Days Expand

Feeling high after a morning jog, my eyes are raised to the world above.
What's that there? Juicy and Ripe? MMMM Mulberries. My childhood delight!

There's one good thing about lack of birds, and that's fresh black berries, undisturbed!
So thanks Dalkeith for your urban development, I have my pick of the bush herewith.

Nothing like 'subtle' with a ladder and bucket, I clamber to reach the best of the bunch,
I'm already fantasising about my future breakfast and then there's always lunch...


Have you seen a better mulberry than this?
My stained fingers remind me how I dyed my hair in year 9 with mulberry juice.
"Popular kids" laughed, so I felt like a goose.

But not anymore, I reflect on my ways... I was ahead of my time.
I took risks, it wasn't gay!

Anyway, berries amount. What should I make?
I continue to avoid my work and plan for the bake...

I roll up a ball of 1 cup flour, 1 egg yolk, maple syrup and coconut oil
(ok I might have used butter just so the recipe wouldn't fail)

I pressed it into a pretty curly edged tin
My vision was big so I made the crust thin...

Then I toppled on berries and oozed on a drizzle
of egg yolk, sour cream, flour and ... sugar :)

Now while it bakes for 45 minutes at 180 degrees
I contemplate the work that I haven't achieved...

I could be designing a site for Scientific Instruments
Or laying out ads for a play about a rabbit
Or cleaning up the dog fluff covering the house
Or burning CDs to backup my data of escalating amount...

But before I even start... the oven goes off to deliver my tart!

Wouldn't you describe it as a WORK OF ART?

So I decided that I could be a wife, a lady of leisure, a chef every night.
As long as he pays for all the ingredients and comes home skipping with delight.

Sorry Oscar, you can't have any.

But there's so much there, I can't eat it all!
So let me think who I can call?

I decide it best to deliver it to friends:
Here's my work-avoiding tart. To your tum, from my heart! xo

[current mood] Humming loudly one note for half an hour until your heart explodes & Japanese Green Tea

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Reader Comments (2)

it looks delicious, nat!! what a great and productive procrastination activity. i thoroughly approve. way better than mindless internet surfing. wish i was in the neighbourhood and could pop in for a bite and a chat :-)

November 2, 2009 | Unregistered Commentercarla

What a great little poem/story of procrastination! That's a very cute picture with Oscar in it.

November 3, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterNeets

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