FIRE! But Not In The Cool Way

All righty then! Can you guess what this is? I think it looks a little bit like I have summoned Satan who has possessed my coconut cream pie. 
Might as well be that. 

What the fucking fuck?

I knew I shouldn't put the pie under the broiler that close to brown it. I mean, it wasn't even as close as it could get. AND it was in there less than a minute. 
But, but, but...
I didn't want to put the pie in the oven at a baking temperature because the pastry at the bottom of it was already plenty brown enough and the internet assured me that using the broiler to brown the meringue was a time honored way to do it and even suggested using the highest rack available and I believed them. Which, if I were in my right mind and younger, I never would have. I also hardly ever use the broiler and I guess I just didn't realize the supernatural power of it. I think you could brown ice cream under that thing. 

But it is a pretty cool picture, don't you think? How telling it is that after my initial horror at the smell and sight of flames shooting out of a coconut cream pie, I reached for my phone to get a shot. I knew the flames weren't going to spread and they quickly died down and went out. 

I scraped all the burnt meringue off and what lies underneath seems pretty okay. And then I whipped some cream to use as a topping and so all is not lost. 

It's been a slightly unusual day in other ways, too. The heat is even worse than it has been and it feels as if you tried to go outside and do anything more strenuous than standing in the shade for a minute, you would almost instantly look like my pie did. We, too, are under the dreaded Heat Dome and it is not even vaguely tolerable outside. 
Also, I have just not been hungry today. At all. I have not spoken much lately about the Zepbound Journey but I am still on it, still marveling at how the importance of food and eating has lost it's place in my personal hierarchy of needs. I've been on the third increase in dosage for three weeks now and I'm staying right here with it for at least another month. I'm still not having side-effects beyond a little bit of a dry mouth at times which is hardly a big deal. And I still do get hungry at which point I eat. Generally three very sensible (mostly) meals a day and my delicious snack of cottage cheese and fruit. I managed on our trip to make decent choices, I think, and was very happy about that. 
But today? Not so much. I had to give my egg to Mr. Moon at breakfast and lunch was a small bowl of salad on top of some quinoa and my snack was a few cherries. I have no idea what caused this sudden disinterest in food today but I am sure things will be back to normal by tomorrow. I'm cooking some fish tonight and new potatoes that we grew, maybe green beans, and a tomato and cucumber salad. So I'm not exactly starving here. 

Speaking of fish...

I mean...

Good Lord! They caught grouper, lane snapper, and vermilion snapper. Glen's already got the cleaned fish vacuum-packed and in the freezer except for what I'm going to cook tonight. 

The season ends on Thursday and will not resume until September so fishing will not be on the agenda for awhile. 

Tomorrow is my seventy-first birthday. I am neither excited nor depressed. I'm just mostly curious about how this has happened. I do, of course, know how this has happened but knowing it intellectually and knowing it in my soul is another thing. 

I am certain that this year's birthday will not be as memorable as last year's when Lon and Lis were here and Mr. Moon gave me my beautiful ring and then we went to Roseland where we came down with Covid Lite in the best place in the world to have Covid, which was a tiny little cottage on the Sebastian river with a tiny little pool in the backyard and a wonderful Thai restaurant less than a mile away where Mr. Moon got me Tom Kha Gai soup and I ate that and mangos and read and napped in a single bed with windows that looked out onto the plants and river I love and remember as a child and as I have said many times, it was not even close to the worst vacation of my life. 

So no, this year won't be like that. Glen's got to meet the internet guy up at the lake house and he'll be gone for a few days. I'm meeting up with May and Hank for lunch tomorrow, though, and that will be fabulous as I have not seen them for too long a time. 

Maybe I'll have a small piece of Satan Possessed Coconut Cream Pie in celebration tonight. As Prince once said, "Let's go crazy!"

Love...Ms. Moon