My eighth grade English teacher

Yesterday I made a final batch of butter mince tarts, this time taller to fit in nuts, mince, and plenty of butter batter, baked forty minutes 400/350, and they are very close to perfect. Soft fruit, crunchy nuts, sweet caramel, buttery crust. Caramel got a touch overbaked; probably too hot oven temp and/or too much cornstarch (1t, to 2T each brown sugar, vegan butter, and coconut cream).

Washed the socks; did the crossword. Finder continues with a touch of, I suppose it’s not deus ex machina exactly since it was reasonably thoroughly set up, but still an unlikely bit of suspension of disbelief. Hopefully it’s part of the meta arc and will be carried through sequels.

Finished my Villanelle exploration project, packaged it up and sent it off. It’s been a long time since I enjoyed programming in my time off so much, so thanks due to C 🙏

Dinner, Voyager, snack, sleep. Dreamt of being unable to find my high school math teacher for a test I was supposed to take; getting lost in the shuttle bus system; some dude trying to get change for a fifty from me; confusing collaborative messaging software.