Lemon Curd

I helped myself to a second piece of lemon curd tart. I know, I know, a SECOND piece. But its lemon curd you see, made with fresh lemons and sooooooooo good.

So there I am, eating my second piece, when it occurs to me that in less than a month I have to attend a formal ball. For work. Which makes the getting dressed a bit tricky: no excess cleavage, high leg slits or deep v necked backs allowed. So one must be glamorous and entirely covered up simultaneously. Rough.

BUT, I rememer, sitting in my closet is the one single bridesmaids dress in the world that could actually be worn again. Thick silver satin, floor length column, a cowl neck, no more no less. Perfect. I should try it on I think, in case I need to take it to the tailor.

I got the zipper about, oh, half way up my back before my back fat held its ground and rendered zipping impossible. Christ. I had somehow forgotten, in my lemon curd fed haze, that a much thinner version of me had already altered that dress. And only if I had stopped eating before I even conceived of that lemon tart could I have dreamt of fitting into it.

Damn it.

Today I will run, tomorrow I will shop.

If, by chance, you want to also be sucked into eating way too much of a good thing, here's the recipe:

http://www.joyofbaking.com/LemonCurdTart.html