Epic story

It was time for Mummy to get out of her head and out of the house. I signed up to take a cooking class. It was a hands on affair with a sit-down dinner afterward. Even after I registered (about three weeks ago) I kept having regrets. "OMG Why am I doing this? I shouldn't spend that kind of money. I should cancel. I should just cancel. I am going to have an awful time. Who am I to think I should do this?" Pretty much the monster of insecurity was there going at me. It makes me think of a few episodes of Northern Exposure where Ed has this evil monster midget named low self-esteem that hassles him. It was like that. Usually visiting me just as I am trying to go to sleep. So a week before the class (when I couldn't cancel and get my money back) I kept having stomach-aches and having that feeling you get before going somewhere like summer camp or to a new school. "Everyone is going to hate me. I am going to have an awful time. Blah blah insecurity sauce."
( But I made myself go. )

classic

I attempted to make the caramelle pasta on my own. It wasn't bad. I used a different filling. I had some squash and pumpkins from my garden that needed using so I made a filling of that and walnut, goat cheese and sage. It was pretty good but I think not quite stiff enough.
The look of the pasta wasn't bad (a few bleeders) but I want to keep practicing that technique.
Vegetarians would love this.
BUT the upside is my pasta dough in general has improved considerably so the class was definitely worth it. Plus Senor Onion was highly entertained by helping out and watching.
The rest of dinner involved sauteed green beans cooked in garlic and vinegar. Plus some other freshly sliced vegetables.

I did a load of Christmas shopping today. Yes it may seem early in some respects but when one is traveling during the Christmas season, one likes to have everything sorted and organized ahead of time. I don't feel like doing the nervous, "will it show up?" dance. Nearly all family members are taken care of. Just a few stray bachelor brothers/inlaw to come up with and of course something for the Great Grandparents. (I am guessing pictures of the world's most adored Grandson.) I do love point and click shopping in my pajamas. Probably one of the best things ever; especially when you have a small child. "ta-da. Done. Now let's have an impromptu dance party."

What am I doing up? I should be in bed like a reasonable person. Oh yes. Of course. Insomnia. I should go and skip off to the needle poker again. Or to get a massage. Get Mummy good and relaxed for December. Or maybe I will just get a bottle of wine. The cheapest route to relaxation. *hic* Yet I can never remember to finish my glass of wine at dinner. I am bad at this lush Mum business. Must work harder at drinking.

I think I am getting old lady hands.

Okay enough rambling. Sleep.