We were eating dinner, discussing plans for the evening. Mike said he would take the kids to class tonight, and Sarah begged for Double D's afterwards. He agreed to that, and I started fantasizing about ice cream. I thought maybe I would go along, but that was a fleeting thought, because my need to be alone for an hour and a half is much greater than my craving for ice cream. Then a brilliant thought struck me: after they leave, I will go to Dairy Queen by myself!
I was more cheerful than usual as I cleaned up the kitchen and wished them a jolly goodbye. A few minutes later, I skipped out to the garage to start my vacation.
What a disappointment to find that I couldn't get out because Mike's darling motorcycle was parked behind my vehicle. How I loathe that thing! It's almost always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Way too hot and humid to ride my bike to DQ, so I trudged back into the house.
I decided to whip up a batch of cream puffs. As I was putting them in the oven, I was thinking how quickly and easily that dough came together. I was starting to feel hopeful and happy again as I made the filling. Twenty minutes later I excitedly opened the oven to see my beautiful golden brown puffs of deliciousness, but wait...what's this?
Now I'm faced with a decision: Should I just eat the filling and call it a night or start the whole thing over? I started over. The butter and milk were heating in the pan, and I went to get a new bag of flour from the pantry, because I had used the last of the other bag on the hockey pucks. Disappointment #3: the only flour in the pantry is whole wheat. Who wants whole wheat cream puffs? No one! But that's all I have, so in it goes. I added a little sugar and almond extract to the batter in hopes it would counteract the grossness of the whole wheat.