Chapter Fourteen: Overcoming Adversity

After my trials of last week I was very happy to be back in the kitchen. My oven decided to stop working (in the middle of baking bread!) and so I wasn't able to post a recipe last week. I'm so happy to be back to it this week though!

Every Easter, my family has always had the tradition of making Scotch Eggs. It's a great way to use the hard boiled eggs that were dyed, hidden, and found! If you don't know, a Scotch Egg is a hard boiled egg wrapped in sausage and coated with crumbs. I've seen several places deep fry theirs, but I've always baked them. Usually they're served with hollandaise sauce, but my family has always made a white gravy. 

Chapter Thirteen: Pie Planning

I've had a huge pie block. Like writers block, but with pie.

I had a crisis mid March, that derailed me around  Pi Day, then the next week I had an event that consumed my time but also my headspace, then I got sick. Ive been reeling from a sinus thing for a week when my tough-love husband told me (twice) to get off my butt and do this or call it a failure. I'm not giving up and I'm not giving excuses.

Chapter Twelve: Math Problems... or Just Problems

This week (when it was meant to be posted on March 20) I was going to commemorate both PI Day on March 14th and St. Patrick's Day on March 17th. I like to start drafting my posts in advance and this is what I had down already for my blog:

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Thanks to Archimedes for our celebration of Pi Day! 


But life doesn't always go as planned.

This week has been a really hard week all around. I started it with a complete emotional breakdown about finances (who can't relate to that?), Husband went out of town for four days to a conference, and frankly, I have felt creatively and emotionally drained all week. I blame it all on Wednesday (being the Ides of March, that we should be so keen to beware.)

So instead of a pithy post this week, it's a list of apologies as to why there isn't a pie this week.

My anxiety got the better of me. There were a few days where my stomach was so tied in knots that I wasn't able to eat and making it to the end of the day without shedding a great many tears seemed an unreasonable feat. I count myself lucky that I don't suffer from depression, because if this week is what my life would feel like daily I couldn't cope.

So this week, there isn't a recipe. There aren't pictures of my kids or a beautiful slice of pie. There isn't a long explanation about process or interesting facts that I dug up. This week, I'm laying myself bare before the internet community that I'm not perfect. Really, there isn't a soul who walks this world who is. My hope is that admitting my imperfection will make me more driven to work on the things that tie my stomach in knots.