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Slippers and cackling and cookery, oh my!
Jul. 30th, 2008 05:15 pm So I'm sitting here drinking strawberry milk (which is like alcohol, in a sense, if you're me and can get drunk on air) and half watching Black Books, and I just realised I have both feet crammed into one slipper.
I own a great many slippers. Two in fact. The other one is under the table and I'm too cold to move and too busy cackling at everything to actually do anything.
Yesterday I made a bacon bone soup, which tastes ohmygodsoamazing, and have discovered that apparently it takes me about four hours more than it should to cook soup. This time it was because I forgot the dried soup mix for the first three hours of boiling. I thought it was strangely thin, then figured out why and had to wait another couple of hours until everything was actually cooked. And the really silly part is that this happened last time too. Along with many, many other ridiculous soup making incidents.
I own a great many slippers. Two in fact. The other one is under the table and I'm too cold to move and too busy cackling at everything to actually do anything.
Yesterday I made a bacon bone soup, which tastes ohmygodsoamazing, and have discovered that apparently it takes me about four hours more than it should to cook soup. This time it was because I forgot the dried soup mix for the first three hours of boiling. I thought it was strangely thin, then figured out why and had to wait another couple of hours until everything was actually cooked. And the really silly part is that this happened last time too. Along with many, many other ridiculous soup making incidents.
