It’s a giant hat. No, it’s a mini volcano. Wait a minute, I think it’s an elephant’s knee.
In fact, it’s clay oven part 2, and as I feared those “we” references did include me. Clay mud packs may be good for the face, but stony, gritty, dug out the bottom of a pit, clay mud does nothing for the hands. My poor hands. Sucked dry of all moisture. This calls for L’Oreal intensive care hand cream. Because I’m worth it. I sincerely hope that the oven baked pizzas to come are worth it!
We had some consistency issues with the first half of layer one. You can always add more water, but you can’t take it away. Nevermind, if sloppy clay is what we’ve got then sloppy clay is what we’ll work with. As each layer was slapped on, the layer below slumped under the weight until we had what resembled a flabby midriff all around the base. It certainly sounded and wobbled like one when slapped! Undeterred by gathering rain clouds, we persevered with the slip, slap, slop, until we have a big grey cow pat of a dome. Fingers crossed that gravity doesn’t do its worst and that come the next day we don’t have a big grey mess on the floor!