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Clear! *flicks power switch*
Jan. 4th, 2004 07:16 pmWhat an end to a holiday :)
I've been shifting furniture around my room all day (it's like one of those puzzles, with only one square missing - everything has to be shunted from one spot to the next, as I make more room), and only remembered to eat something when my hands were shaking too much to grip the pile of books I was trying to lift. Oops. However, cunning space-time wrangling (stacking furniture on top of other furniture, actually) has left me with more space than before. And I found the eye-searingly orange monk's robes from Shaolin, under a pile of other clothes.
Went down to get some food, and discovered that our fridge has shuffled off this mortal coil, and is now an ex-fridge. Like an ex-person, it will probably start to smell if drastic action isn't taken. Unlike an ex-person, it is now warmer, and making a lot more noise than before.
After erring on the side of caution, I realised that I'd thrown out enough fresh ingredients to stop me cooking most of the things I felt like eating. Luckily, Tom Yum soup is still possible, so I'll go back downstairs soon to make it.
Speaking of food, here's the ( recipie for Delphaeus )
I remembered how much I like cooking, catching up with friends, and inventing new meals. I now have a plan, but it lacks an audacious name at the moment. It involves inviting up to half a dozen people over, each of whom shall bring A Mystery Ingredient, of their choosing. Preferably non-meat, as there are only so many ways one can cook six bits of steak. I can provide couches, conversation, and I'll transform the pile of mystery ingredients into something we can eat.
'nuff typing for now... time to cook something and conduct the last rites on our valiant fridge.
I've been shifting furniture around my room all day (it's like one of those puzzles, with only one square missing - everything has to be shunted from one spot to the next, as I make more room), and only remembered to eat something when my hands were shaking too much to grip the pile of books I was trying to lift. Oops. However, cunning space-time wrangling (stacking furniture on top of other furniture, actually) has left me with more space than before. And I found the eye-searingly orange monk's robes from Shaolin, under a pile of other clothes.
Went down to get some food, and discovered that our fridge has shuffled off this mortal coil, and is now an ex-fridge. Like an ex-person, it will probably start to smell if drastic action isn't taken. Unlike an ex-person, it is now warmer, and making a lot more noise than before.
After erring on the side of caution, I realised that I'd thrown out enough fresh ingredients to stop me cooking most of the things I felt like eating. Luckily, Tom Yum soup is still possible, so I'll go back downstairs soon to make it.
Speaking of food, here's the ( recipie for Delphaeus )
I remembered how much I like cooking, catching up with friends, and inventing new meals. I now have a plan, but it lacks an audacious name at the moment. It involves inviting up to half a dozen people over, each of whom shall bring A Mystery Ingredient, of their choosing. Preferably non-meat, as there are only so many ways one can cook six bits of steak. I can provide couches, conversation, and I'll transform the pile of mystery ingredients into something we can eat.
'nuff typing for now... time to cook something and conduct the last rites on our valiant fridge.
