Apple Crisp Challenge - Part IV

We last left off with a burnt crisp and an unknown lady entering the kitchen.

“Mrs Marriewly! What are you doing here?” says your friend, obviously very surprised.

Long story short (or long story long, in general, in this case), Mrs Marriewly, your friend’s housekeeper, went grocery shopping as asked, but didn’t know that the groceries had to be delivered in the morning. She knew that guests were arriving late afternoon, and thought that the groceries be needed after their arrival.

Your friend then asks you how you’ve managed to make the crisp, and then, after lots of translating, laughing, and explaining, you recant how your “nice day at the cottage” wasn’t so nice. But it made for a good story!!!

Your friend politely asks if she can help you make a new one, if you’re up for it? (Um, that's pretty brave of her, no?)

You tell her no problem, provided that she and/or her guests get all the ingredients ready. One of the guests and your friend volunteer, and your friend makes you another cup of coffee from her fancy machine (that you couldn’t figure out) and tells you to go and sit outside with the other two guests and she’ll call you when she’s done pealing the apples.

You tell her that she doesn’t have any sharp knives or a peeler, and woop from underneath the top cupboard, she points at five or six knives of different sizes and styles that you didn’t see. You didn’t see a metallic knife rack – in plain sight – in front of your face – the entire time you were in the kitchen. URGH!

She’s a good friend, so when she goes into another cupboard and pulls out some Baileys, you pour in a generous glug into your coffee, and the three of you go back outside.

You come back to have all the ingredients you need, and in less than five minutes, the second crisp is ready to go. But….the oven? The last time you cooked it, it turned black!

Your friend goes back to look at the oven…and unbeknownst to you (I can’t believe I didn’t even have to spell check that word), you had the oven on “broil” instead of “bake”.
Since when did ovens get so technical!

Into the oven goes the new crisp (thankfully you used foil in the worm compost pan, so all you could re-use it!) and forty three minutes later, you pull out a wonderful smelling crisp.

The housekeeper has started dinner, which of course you’re invited to, and your friend offers you to spend the night.

After a quick call home, you decide that’s a great idea. You need a night of relaxing after your relaxing day at the cottage.

You spend the night with your friend and her guests; enjoy supper together, and a pretty good apple crisp for dessert. It’s not quite as good if you’d made it at home, but everyone (including you) ate some, and you had some for breakfast the next morning.

Just before lunch, you started the drive home. The sun was shining, the roads were clear, and you have a good playlist going. What a nice weekend!!!!

So let's just re-cap here before I go any further. Your very normal, practical, natural expectations were that:

• You would be doing something  you know so well you could do it blindfolded.
• You assumed that your friend would have the ingredients you needed.
• You would wake up on time
• You wouldn’t forget your cell phone.
• You will know how to get to the cottage.
• You wouldn’t fall in the mud.
• You would be able to get into the cottage.
• You would have water, heat, electricity.
• You would have the tools that you need to make the dessert.
• You would have the ingredients that you need to make the dessert.
• You will know how to use the oven.
• You will know how to make coffee

All of those things are logical expectations, no?

[Last post up this weekend with why I had to go on and on and on about apple crisp. Maybe I sound like a nut-job, but it's actually made me feel a lot better!!]