Reading books about food can be dangerous

Last night I made  an excruciatingly extensive paella and did all of the dishes and pots and pans that go along with it.  That was exhausting.  I sit down to read my food book club book and suddenly I’m up and I’m making Egg Custard Pie.

There are two things you should know about me:

1.  I don’t bake

2.  I don’t like desserts

So how I came to be making this pie after 2 hours of cooking and cleaning is beyond me.  The only explanation is that all of these books about food and cooking are getting to me.  Luckily I have a fella who will try anything I make and does have a sweet tooth.

If, however, I am found at 1 in the morning, trussing a chicken with lemon bars in the oven, take my reading privileges away.

At least temporarily.