About a week ago,
in preparation for Easter,
I made an impulse buy-
In case you haven’t heard of it,
it’s that strange layered stuff
you have to defrost,
leave sit for a while,
take an aspirin,
start flattening, pulling, watering, again.
from the standpoint of:
“it says bake 10 minutes.
And nothing else.
now that I have bought this stuff,
what do I do with it?
I defrosted it.
Seemed like a good idea at he time.
On Thursday, I thought I would make part of it into shells,
to fill with Maundy Thursday spinach.
chopped and pounded to the level of soupy goop.
The goop we ate with a spoon.
To my husband’s sighs of
“what do I do with this now- ”
there’s hopefully not any more left is there?
Just two more portions frozen, sweety.
It was three more pieces.
One became a bowl for his baked fish.
Mine got melted cheese.
Like strange greasy pizza.
Not so good.
Saturday, we had a piece as a bowl for strawberries.
It collapsed in baking,
so was more like a strawberry pastry.
I gave up and poured milk on top.
On Sunday, we went all out.
Strawberries, strips of pastry, whipping cream.
Not bad if you like gluten-free puff pastry-
by this time, I ate half, and headed for the carrots.
the second day of Easter,
as it is called over here,
a holiday for finishing up the flattened, slightly soured,
not so really what you want
I gave up,
and poured vanilla yoghurt over the top.
Not bad with berries.
And washed the dishes,
thrilled that we had made it:
a very very happy Easter weekend,
and sunrise viewing
to the sounds of birds just stirring,
with my husband on the phone
calling his relatives,
as you do on second Easter over here,
just as I was packing away the carrots I had bought too many of in the freezer,
to be made into soup,
one cold and starry night,
if the good Lord’s willin’ and the creek don’t rise,
I found it:
a one year old package of phyllo-
I had frozen,
since I didn’t know what to do with it
So, if you’ve gotten this far
into the saga of phyllo-
Anybody want to come over for baked bean packets
and pigs in a blanket?
Fourth of July.
Bring your own catsup.
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