Have you popped your cherry yet wheesht?

stmcalee01

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Have you popped your galette cherry yet wheesht? C'mon the suspense is killing me.
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Tut tut! We are not allowed cherries on Dukan! ;) :D
 
Has my gallette cherry been popped yet? That’s a very good question. And I shall answer you.


Are you sitting comfortably? Then we shall begin.


Yesterday morning the postie turned up. I ran to the door like an excitable puppy to see if my oatbran delivery had finally arrived.

What did he have for me? Zip. Nada. A Big Fat Zero.


So in a fit of frustration and rage I decided I would phone every single store and health food shop in the whole of Scotland to locate a bag of oatbran. If it took me all day to drive there and back I would do it, so great was my need.


I started off by phoning shops within driveable distance, not expecting much as I had trailed round most of them through the week anyway. But, incredibly, I had forgotten about one health food shop in the next town.


I phoned up, without much hope, and was informed that there had been a mad rush on oatbran for some strange reason (well I wonder why THAT was???!). BUT, they said, they had one, solitary, last bag sitting in the shop, and would I like her to put it aside for me?

Would I????! Can you imagine the ecstasy I experienced when I heard those words? Think of When Harry Met Sally and quadruple that image.


And in an amazing stroke of luck, my teens were at that very moment shopping in that very town! It was meant to be! That gallette was mine for the taking!


So I frantically phoned my daughters and explained that they had to collect the only remaining bag of precious oatbran in the entire country from the health food shop and it had been put aside for them.


I then sat back and allowed a warm glow of contentment and satisfaction envelope me, whilst I leafed through the recipe book at all the wonders that could be had using this miracle product.


An hour or so later, my teen daughters arrived home. I almost trampled my youngest two to death in my haste to get to the door.

‘Where is it?’ I shrieked, ‘Where is my OATBRAN??’


‘Oh, we never got round to getting it. Why don’t you pick it up tomorrow?’ drawled my youngest teen nonchalantly.


I stared in silence for a few minutes, not fully comprehending what she had said. Then the full horror of the situation slowly seeped into my confused brain and I said quietly, ‘Tomorrow? Pick the oatbran up tomorrow?’


You could hear a pin drop.


‘The shop is closed tomorrow AND I NEED MY OATBRAN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!’ I screamed in a ferocious crescendo.


By this point I was shrieking so loudly that my two daughters and my hubby, who had come racing through to see who was being murdered, were just standing staring at me, with their mouths flapping and eyes goggling. I was apoplectic, shaking violently and completely out of control.


I’m surprised hubby didn’t have to slap me soundly over the face to snap me out of it. But somehow I regained control, realised I may perhaps have over reacted somewhat and it was possible the oatbran situation had become something of an obsession for me.


So, I have decided to calmly wait for my delivery of oatbran. If it doesn’t arrive I won’t fret – my blood pressure (and traumatised family) can’t cope with any more stress. I’ve done without it this long and surely I can wait until September if I have to, when there will once again be an abundance of oatbran throughout the land.


THE END.
 
Lol...oh dear...you have a knack for story telling...you made me laugh so much. What an ordeal with the oat bran. I hope it gets to you soon. In the mean time relax as much as you can.
 
OMG. Nearly peed myself laughing and that is no joke after my daughter's birth!

Oh wheesht, you poor thing. Whereabouts do you stay? We can end the trauma before they come to cart you off to the asylum.
 
No need. I live on the estate at the roundabout by the police station at the top of the hill. Can meet tomorrow if your oatbran doesn't arrive.
 
OMG - after all that trauma your first galette better be good!
 
When you get the galette just the way you like it... it's heaven on a plate.

I feel like as happy as Pippi Longstocking every time I sit down to add a nice hot pancake to a cold empty stomach.
 
Good luck with your first gallette! How did it turn out? I tried three time with the recipe from the book, before it was even edible... not to mention, presentable! :D
 
I put a splash of zero sugar fizzy ginger beer in mine on sunday. It went all frothy and tasted great - but what a mess I made trying to flip it over!
 
Well ladies, I have just attempted my first galette and it was.... <drum roll>

a complete and utter SUCCESS!!!! :party0049:

Can't quite believe it! Was absolutely perfect - I should take a photograph and show you! Well, it would a photograph of half a galette actually as I have already scoffed the other half and it was delish. Keeping the remainder to serve after lunch with a dollop of flavoured yoghurt. So tasy.

I made the foolproof recipe one here http://www.minimins.com/dukan-recipes/209136-foolproof-galette.html Lovely and sweet and cinnamony. (Ok not a word but you know what I mean). A huge thanks to the genius who posted that recipe.

Was so easy. Timed it on my phone. The only question I have though, is it meant to be very thin like a large, flat pancake, or a little smaller but thicker, more like a scotch pancake? Mine was large and thin so i just rolled it up and wolfed half of it.

Feeling rather proud of myself and can't wait to try a savoury one tomorrow!

Consider my cherry well and truly POPPED! :party0011:
 
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