Lengthy rant about the secret hazelnut famine.

Welcome to today: Was woken up to my Mum saying goodbye as Emma and her were going for a girl day. Awesome, thanks for the invite.  Hadn't heard from the girl who had asked to hang out today.  So I thought well hello home-alone-pyjama-day.  Because I was feeling fragile and we all need one of those every once in a while.  I decided i'd try a Nigella biscotti recipe as its my current favourite food.  Turned out Mum had used the hazelnuts in a fruit and nut mix so I thought no worries, I'll pop to the supermarket round the corner.  Now remember this is a pj day so whilst I did put jeans on, I kept the pyjama top and Mum's Aran cardigan under my giant coat.

Well as it goes they didn't have hazelnuts and what felt like days of defeat later I returned from a hot and bothered trip around Whitley (couldn't unzip my coat, messy hair, bad skin) with NO hazelnuts.  I tried every supermarket and nobody had hazelnuts   Why?  At this point i'd wasted half of my 'relaxing day' and headed home (with a complimentary text from a guy letting me know he'd seen me...brilliant!) to recover by indulging in too much Ben and Jerrys.  New Years resolution regarding comfort food: broken.

Tried to study but too frustrated, had a wave of determination that this biscotti WOULD be made.  Picked the hazelnuts out of Mum's fruit and nut mix, had T-pain blasting and then I realised we didn't have enough plain flour.

You know these days, its not the first, it wont be the last.  But I switched to some worship music and was reminded that learning to hold tight is a valid lesson from the Lord.  In these small frustrations I've forgotten that I'm blessed, that I'm being molded, that I do need patience and a soft heart.  And whilst some will learn these lessons setting up an Orphanage in Africa ,today I'm learning them up to my fringe in sticky biscotti dough.

You'll be pleased to know self-raising flour seems to have done the trick and I have some rather beautiful biscotti cooling next door.  But I assure you next time I buy biscotti in Starbucks, I will be glad to pay that £1.