Apparently there is some "thing" about key lime pie. People are in search of the best. I even had a reporter call me while writing an article about the best Key lime pie and had heard we had really good key lime pie. We buy it from a supplier. I don't know about it being good. I can't say I like it very much. But it's what we have and people seem to like it. So we're having a promotion and are offering the key lime pie since it would be less trouble than our other desserts which we make ourselves. So then the supplier calls us 2 days before the week long dining event and tells us they don't have any at the moment.
As it turns out. You can make key lime pretty easily. I'm not sure who makes the best or how because there is only one recipe. It can only be key lime juice, sweetened condensed milk and egg yolks, nothing more, nothing less. Making it is not hard. But juicing key limes is. They are really small.
The event is underway and I have already made 6 of them. And they serve 30 people. My fingers are dry from the acid in the limes.
In the never ending battle against the destruction of the cheap furniture I purchased to furnish the place, it is already time to repaint. This is not a terrible job but it is tedious and informs me of how much needs to be done and redone. Yesterday I started to paint (I bought 12 new chairs to augment the 150 odd chairs I already have and the new ones need to be painted). I listened to a book on tape, well, on my iPhone really, while I painted. It has speakers. It is a lecture by Echardt Tolle about living a life of inner peace. As far as I could tell this involves not thinking about anything but the here and now. I'm not sure how you plan for dinner and he doesn't address this issue or anything like it, at least I don't think I heard him address it, I have to admit, I did day dream quite a bit during this talk. But the bar manager came walking in while he was talking about Jesus and his crucifixion. (he is not religious, other than being Buddhist but merely refers to it in the lecture) So the bar manager walks in as he's exhorting us to imagine "Jesus Christ crucified on the cross" living in the moment. The manager looked at me but said nothing.
