Another kind of butterfly

I have the go-ahead for an employer-provided laptop! With the travel I have in mind for next year, portability is the prime criterion, and I've pretty much narrowed it down to a couple of possibilities that fit my budget and requirements.

And I know exactly what I'm going to call it. I've known that since I brought Real Laptop, otherwise known as Behemoth, home, and promised myself that it would eventually become a desktop. The little one, of course, will be Butterfly. (I've thought for the longest time that that was Gerard Manley Hopkins, but an invocation of Google reveals that it's actually Madeleine L'Engle.)

Home thoughts from abroad

I miss mince pies; fruity spicy mincemeat in a deckle-edged pastry shell, dusted with powdered sugar; the ubiquitous snack of the British festive season. I remember helping my mother make them: rolling the pastry and cutting out the rounds; patting the larger ones down into the dimples in the baking tin and spooning in the mincemeat; running the pastry brush around the edge of the lower layer of dough and patting the smaller top layer into place. If they exist here, I've never noticed them. I'm not sure I've even seen the right kind of baking tray here, though I suppose a muffin tin would do at a pinch.