Today I: decided to roast a chook for tea... and it ended up being 89% humidity and 31deg... of course it did.
Cyclone Debbie is on her way... well not exactly, but her windy-rainy remnants are making their way south and shall, apparently, be producing yet more foul weather here in Sydney. This has meant I have spent a lot of today stripping beds, washing clothes and trying to get it all dry.
On the upside it was 31deg today, so much of the washing did dry, on the downside it was 31deg today and my burst of baking and then a roast for tea ended up being grotesque for all involved. And I left the back door open and every fly in the country has invaded my house... most have been eaten by the dog, but there are still a few buzzing about and adding a seedy air to the evening.
My Achilles heel has always been baking. On my old blog I'd do 'cake Friday,' and include a picture of whatever gourmet delight I had slaughtered in the name of domestic goddessry. Nothing has changed in the intervening years. Still can't bake for shit. That there is a 'cinnamon teacake.' I covered it in brown sugar but it still tastes like uncooked self-raising flour.
House-wise: I chucked out some more of the appalling brown vertical blinds (thanks previous owners), sorted out another skip for tomorrow, hung curtains, discussed mould with the mould man, and had a most excellent nap. I am not missing the painters. Nope. Not at all.
New house keys acquired: 20 days
Old house Open House: 16 days