Little Miss Flexible

I had a question in my subject on 'Working Effectively in an Educational Environment' the other day that asked me to describe a time when I had to be flexible. My inner self said "when am I not flexible?!". I am married to Mr Spontaneity, and then we became parents. All parents know that all of a sudden you have to be super flexible or you'd go slightly insane!

This weekend has been turned upside down, partly by Mr Spontaneity and partly in order to catch up with some friends who moved to the country last year. My resurrection feast is no longer that. It is merely a meal to share with friends Dh invited over for dinner. A nice meal. Spiffy even. But not on the intended day for its intended purpose.

My bacon rolled chicken will morph and end up being sweet and sour chicken to take to share with these out-of-town friends when we get together with a few families who wanted to catch up with them. I've had an order for apple crumble too. I think I must be in a less than chipper mood. I'm feeling a little be rebellious about the idea of being 'ordered'. Besides, I have no tinned pie apples. Perhaps they'll settle for peach. I have a 3kg tin of that!

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I'm trying out a different pastry recipe with gluten free flour for my lemon meringue pie. I think it's not the recipe that's the problem. Gluten free pastry is just plain ol' difficult to work with. I think I might just have to accept that pastry needs to be a wheat flour product. Oh well, we've come this far now so we'll just have to enjoy the pie, crumbly base and all.