That was the theme of the day. (These were personal rules, not any official ones.)
I was looking for a new 10"/26cm springform pan. I bent my old one out of shape, and subsequently discovered that John Lewis no longer sell standard Kaiser tinplate pans. All I could find (in 5 stores, including JL and 2 kitchenware shops) were 23cm ones. Too small--I've done this cheesecake in 24cm, and it nearly overflows the pan.
So, near-rule break 1: My back was killing me, and I was in Marylebone High Street. There are no buses there. You have to walk to Marylebone Road or Baker Street. For a minute, I couldn't face it and said "oh, to hell with it, I'm nearly 8 months pregnant, I'll get a taxi". I NEVER get black cabs. They cost a fortune, and in central London you're rarely in a situation where you're far from a bus or tube. The last time I got a cab, I was with my grandmother, which suspends all transport rules.
The only thing preventing follow-through was that because it was raining, there were no free cabs. I gave up and walked. My back wasn't happy, but I survived and I saved a fiver, which is probably what it would have cost to get to Oxford Street. This was rule breaks 2 & 3: One, I went to Oxford Street in December, and two, I went to Selfridges, where I never shop, because I knew they have a good cookshop and stock Kaiser La Forme. So I got one of the good pans, instead of the cheap ones, and I shall endeavour not to bend it this time. (I better not; it's expensive. But it has the leakproof base.)
Neil's out with workmates this evening, so I can go have a nap :-)
I was looking for a new 10"/26cm springform pan. I bent my old one out of shape, and subsequently discovered that John Lewis no longer sell standard Kaiser tinplate pans. All I could find (in 5 stores, including JL and 2 kitchenware shops) were 23cm ones. Too small--I've done this cheesecake in 24cm, and it nearly overflows the pan.
So, near-rule break 1: My back was killing me, and I was in Marylebone High Street. There are no buses there. You have to walk to Marylebone Road or Baker Street. For a minute, I couldn't face it and said "oh, to hell with it, I'm nearly 8 months pregnant, I'll get a taxi". I NEVER get black cabs. They cost a fortune, and in central London you're rarely in a situation where you're far from a bus or tube. The last time I got a cab, I was with my grandmother, which suspends all transport rules.
The only thing preventing follow-through was that because it was raining, there were no free cabs. I gave up and walked. My back wasn't happy, but I survived and I saved a fiver, which is probably what it would have cost to get to Oxford Street. This was rule breaks 2 & 3: One, I went to Oxford Street in December, and two, I went to Selfridges, where I never shop, because I knew they have a good cookshop and stock Kaiser La Forme. So I got one of the good pans, instead of the cheap ones, and I shall endeavour not to bend it this time. (I better not; it's expensive. But it has the leakproof base.)
Neil's out with workmates this evening, so I can go have a nap :-)