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Mar. 9th, 2008
Please sir, can I have some more?
Mar. 9th, 2008 07:49 pmMore weekend, please? she asked in her best Oliver Twist/starving orphan voice.
The house smells of chicken stock aftermaths. Three quarts of water cooked down to two quarts or less, which has been distributed amongst some small freezer containers. If I had more patience, I would've let the pot sit, skimmed the fat, and filtered it a little better. but as things stand, the stuff is cloudy yellow ochre with a thin layer floating a top. I hope it's worth the trouble.
And that will signal the end of the complicated cooking until the first draft is done. Several hours of a Sunday gone, and while the roast chicken tasted pretty good, and the house smells nice, I would've been content with a tuna melt and a side salad. I like good food, but when pressed will take easy over fine. As long as I use whole grain breads and good tuna and dress things up with good cheese and add dill to the salad dressing, well, it's a damned good tuna melt and maybe a half hour of prep time and one dirty dish, maybe two.
Finally figured out the conversation in the tense scene that has been flapping in the breeze for the past three days. This Will Not Do.
This living room needs floor lamps like OMG.
And I think I'm kinda grumpy, which is SOP for a Sunday evening. I'm braving the fund raising spiel on Channel 11 to watch a Celtic Woman concert. After that, a 60s music special featuring groups like The Assocation and the Byrds, both of which I remember from appearances on the Smothers Brothers and the like.
My word, we old. Must go with the grumpy.
And we have a *GAH* One of the Celtic Women is singing "Danny Boy."
::mute::
The house smells of chicken stock aftermaths. Three quarts of water cooked down to two quarts or less, which has been distributed amongst some small freezer containers. If I had more patience, I would've let the pot sit, skimmed the fat, and filtered it a little better. but as things stand, the stuff is cloudy yellow ochre with a thin layer floating a top. I hope it's worth the trouble.
And that will signal the end of the complicated cooking until the first draft is done. Several hours of a Sunday gone, and while the roast chicken tasted pretty good, and the house smells nice, I would've been content with a tuna melt and a side salad. I like good food, but when pressed will take easy over fine. As long as I use whole grain breads and good tuna and dress things up with good cheese and add dill to the salad dressing, well, it's a damned good tuna melt and maybe a half hour of prep time and one dirty dish, maybe two.
Finally figured out the conversation in the tense scene that has been flapping in the breeze for the past three days. This Will Not Do.
This living room needs floor lamps like OMG.
And I think I'm kinda grumpy, which is SOP for a Sunday evening. I'm braving the fund raising spiel on Channel 11 to watch a Celtic Woman concert. After that, a 60s music special featuring groups like The Assocation and the Byrds, both of which I remember from appearances on the Smothers Brothers and the like.
My word, we old. Must go with the grumpy.
And we have a *GAH* One of the Celtic Women is singing "Danny Boy."
::mute::
Please sir, can I have some more?
Mar. 9th, 2008 07:49 pmMore weekend, please? she asked in her best Oliver Twist/starving orphan voice.
The house smells of chicken stock aftermaths. Three quarts of water cooked down to two quarts or less, which has been distributed amongst some small freezer containers. If I had more patience, I would've let the pot sit, skimmed the fat, and filtered it a little better. but as things stand, the stuff is cloudy yellow ochre with a thin layer floating a top. I hope it's worth the trouble.
And that will signal the end of the complicated cooking until the first draft is done. Several hours of a Sunday gone, and while the roast chicken tasted pretty good, and the house smells nice, I would've been content with a tuna melt and a side salad. I like good food, but when pressed will take easy over fine. As long as I use whole grain breads and good tuna and dress things up with good cheese and add dill to the salad dressing, well, it's a damned good tuna melt and maybe a half hour of prep time and one dirty dish, maybe two.
Finally figured out the conversation in the tense scene that has been flapping in the breeze for the past three days. This Will Not Do.
This living room needs floor lamps like OMG.
And I think I'm kinda grumpy, which is SOP for a Sunday evening. I'm braving the fund raising spiel on Channel 11 to watch a Celtic Woman concert. After that, a 60s music special featuring groups like The Assocation and the Byrds, both of which I remember from appearances on the Smothers Brothers and the like.
My word, we old. Must go with the grumpy.
And we have a *GAH* One of the Celtic Women is singing "Danny Boy."
::mute::
The house smells of chicken stock aftermaths. Three quarts of water cooked down to two quarts or less, which has been distributed amongst some small freezer containers. If I had more patience, I would've let the pot sit, skimmed the fat, and filtered it a little better. but as things stand, the stuff is cloudy yellow ochre with a thin layer floating a top. I hope it's worth the trouble.
And that will signal the end of the complicated cooking until the first draft is done. Several hours of a Sunday gone, and while the roast chicken tasted pretty good, and the house smells nice, I would've been content with a tuna melt and a side salad. I like good food, but when pressed will take easy over fine. As long as I use whole grain breads and good tuna and dress things up with good cheese and add dill to the salad dressing, well, it's a damned good tuna melt and maybe a half hour of prep time and one dirty dish, maybe two.
Finally figured out the conversation in the tense scene that has been flapping in the breeze for the past three days. This Will Not Do.
This living room needs floor lamps like OMG.
And I think I'm kinda grumpy, which is SOP for a Sunday evening. I'm braving the fund raising spiel on Channel 11 to watch a Celtic Woman concert. After that, a 60s music special featuring groups like The Assocation and the Byrds, both of which I remember from appearances on the Smothers Brothers and the like.
My word, we old. Must go with the grumpy.
And we have a *GAH* One of the Celtic Women is singing "Danny Boy."
::mute::