Day Twelve

I rescued three squashed pears from the fruit bowl at the very last minute and put them in a pan, peeled and in pieces, with sugar, water and maple syrup, letting them spit and simmer while I rolled out 4 puff pastry circles. Hot oven, pastry circles in first for a few minutes, then pears in a sweet heap on top, brown sugar as a last thought and back in the oven to wait until we are ready to eat them all up with a teaspoon of vanilla icecream balanced on the top of each one and the last of a very good glass of red wine. It is just what I need to remind me to celebrate Sunday to the very last minute as I once promised a good friend I would, rather than be afraid of Monday before it has even arrived.