When you cut it, mama, save me a slice
Jan. 8th, 2008 10:13 amI can't stop tongueing the smooth gold crown. My mouth is perplexed by this metal presence, curious as to whether it will really work as satisfactorily in grinding up plant matter and such. My brain is amused at my robot mouth.
Therapy was cancelled today (not by me) and I was going to attend yoga instead, but I worked out intensely yesterday and my back is slightly swollen because of it. So I'm staying indoors, with an ice pack, and writing and cooking instead. Mostly cooking, but I will push out some pages during my waiting times.
On the menu for today:
Ham, Potato and Chard Soup. Based on Portuguese kale and potato soup, but using up the hambone and remnants.
Sweet Potato Spoon Bread. As recommended by
drinkasyoupour.
Bourbon Berry Pie. My own concoction, inspired by the movie Waitress. Though I suppose I should really then name it something like Fighting January Doldrums Pie.
This is a bit ambitious for my usual stylings, doing all three of these things at once, though none of them are particularly complicated. I have faith.
At least until I come back here a few hours later and change the name to Crying in the Kitchen Pie.
Therapy was cancelled today (not by me) and I was going to attend yoga instead, but I worked out intensely yesterday and my back is slightly swollen because of it. So I'm staying indoors, with an ice pack, and writing and cooking instead. Mostly cooking, but I will push out some pages during my waiting times.
On the menu for today:
Ham, Potato and Chard Soup. Based on Portuguese kale and potato soup, but using up the hambone and remnants.
Sweet Potato Spoon Bread. As recommended by
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Bourbon Berry Pie. My own concoction, inspired by the movie Waitress. Though I suppose I should really then name it something like Fighting January Doldrums Pie.
This is a bit ambitious for my usual stylings, doing all three of these things at once, though none of them are particularly complicated. I have faith.
At least until I come back here a few hours later and change the name to Crying in the Kitchen Pie.