I say this because I wandered high and low today trying to find a confectionary thermometer and was either met with blank stares or some mumbled apologies along the lines of "well, errr, we use ta have 'em but they weren't selling so we stopped carrying 'em." I went to eight different shops, only to be told at the last one that I probably wouldn't find one in city centre. But, if I just walked some ridiculous distance away, there was a cake shop and they'd be sure to have one. Urgh.
Needless to say, I will be buying one on the internet. This is why local shops are failing. I can't tell you how many times I have gone out in search of something that should, by rites, be easily bought at a local shop only to find that not a single place stocks said item. Oh, sure, they'll all say, "We could order you one and have it in a week or so." But seriously? That's just ridiculous. I can buy it online tonight, and, if I really wanted it, it would be here tomorrow morning or, if I'm not in a rush, the day after. This happens with things ranging from books (you'd be amazed at how many times I have gone to Waterstones to buy the latest release from one of my favourite authors only to be told, No sorry! We can order it though.) to kitchenware to clothing. So much for buying locally.
I guess if I were more ethically committed to buying local, I'd start planning everything well in advance. But really? I never have any sense of what's going to be a mission to get. It took me four shops to find the almond meal I needed but ghee? I can buy that right across from my house and at six other shops in walking distance.
Anyway, rant over.
And thus, my mission to make delicious Valentine's Day macaroons was thwarted. (Thwarted is an amazing word. THWARTED. THWAAAAARTED. Erm, yeah, I have low bloodsugar. Excuse me.) I was going to make these Ginger Spice Latte ones, minus the cute little Rudolph decorations. Instead, I'll just have a big empty plate of sadness and failure.
Hooray. I suck again.
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