We were warned

about the typhoon that was due to hit this side of the world (Shanghai) on the weekend and I thought it to be a mere warning, like a hundred mere warnings, except there was a sonic boom last night and the clouds regurgitated whatever they'd eaten these past few days in a horrific case of bulimic affliction. The purge was numbing and the only thing I worried about was the light that would be affected the next day, for I had a few hundred pictures still to click since my recipe was only half done yesterday, and as I sit typing this with a sour face, staring out into the night that is this day hoping for a miracle, I'm assured that it's pretty much up to me to do a bit of play with lights, what with reflecting sheet and lamps.

I'm a bit sad but here's a good bit of news. I found a couple tea bags that are non-caffeinated and thusly no good but here's keeping hopes high. 

light gone, sads on.

It's happened again. I've lost the light and in between my recipe too, which means it'll have to continue tomorrow.
It's not as much as a function of losing light as it's the injudicious placement of my kitchen. All my earlier kitchens of previous houses have been window facing and I had ample light as long as there was some in the sky, but here, it's barely 3:30 and the kitchen begin to darken a shade. The balcony is still bright but I can't click these pictures in the balcony.

Uhh, not nice, but okay.
So I've made a few and the rest will be done tomorrow.
It's an experimental recipe for apple rolls. Something of a pillowy version of apple pie.
Let's see.

I'm about to pop 'em in the oven and perhaps with my 4:00 pm slump of hot water (why?) I can eat one.
What this really needs is a cup of coffee, but oh well. Next week I can try them with coffee..