A note and a tune.

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The pastry pie was actually rather good.  Not too sweet, with a tasty crust.  I really doubted the filling, tasting remnants after filling the pies.  I didn't think baking it would change that impression.  It actually did.  One thing I did with the pastries that I should have done with the pie, was brushed egg on top, then sugared that just a bit.  I suppose it would be fine without that.  I was just rather pleased with the added detail.  I have four remaining.  I believe I can send two out tomorrow.  I may simply have to force myself to eat the remaining two.  *le sighe*  Ha!

I'll work on my first omelet in the morning.  Might do just a bit of digging tonight, on various advice as to cooking those.  I've made them before, but long ago.  I'll know which of the recipes I prefer pretty much right away.

Oh, right, a tune.  Just a... fond thought that drifted through, or to, my mind.  If it came from out there, I could not be sure which one.  Though I have my suspicions.  I can simply never be sure.

One more round of music, and then to bed.  Perhaps pleasant dreams, or some, as happened recently.  Yeah, they are crazy.  And yet I do enjoy dames.  As a box of kittens.  Only one, you say?  Good night.