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Dec. 8th, 2002 03:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanYesterday I moped, except when reading C.J. Cherryh, and made a tremendous quantity of soup wherein the vegetables are overcooked and the broth tastes like dishwater. Raphael says that's not the case, it just needs a little soy sauce. Nobody else has eaten any. David and Lydy went out for dinner, their custom always of a Saturday, and Eric is well over his head in academic stress. I still say, dishwater. But my taste buds may have been deranged. I think I was having a Hormonal Day. I hate those. Though I suppose PMS without the M is better than the other way.
Today is better. I wrote 220 words, and the sun has not even gone down yet. I also put out seed and seedcakes for the birds and got some laundry going. I am not very sanguine about cooking, especially because I managed to toss the large Revereware Dutch oven into the sink in exactly the right way to wedge it irretrievably into the smaller one. We have tried many remedies and have some more lined up. David says he never liked those pans anyway. They are about 25 years old, I think; I'm pretty sure I had them before we got married, well before. I made soup in them in my various Minneapolis apartments and froze it to take to work. It never tasted like dishwater, though sometimes it was a little peculiar.
I could make something in the wok or the paella pan. I do suspect part of the problem with the soup was that I made it in the stockpot, and everything looked so lonely in there that I kept adding water unreasonably.
Or the cast-iron skillet. Mmm, fried things. That might work.
Pamela
Today is better. I wrote 220 words, and the sun has not even gone down yet. I also put out seed and seedcakes for the birds and got some laundry going. I am not very sanguine about cooking, especially because I managed to toss the large Revereware Dutch oven into the sink in exactly the right way to wedge it irretrievably into the smaller one. We have tried many remedies and have some more lined up. David says he never liked those pans anyway. They are about 25 years old, I think; I'm pretty sure I had them before we got married, well before. I made soup in them in my various Minneapolis apartments and froze it to take to work. It never tasted like dishwater, though sometimes it was a little peculiar.
I could make something in the wok or the paella pan. I do suspect part of the problem with the soup was that I made it in the stockpot, and everything looked so lonely in there that I kept adding water unreasonably.
Or the cast-iron skillet. Mmm, fried things. That might work.
Pamela
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Date: 2002-12-09 09:59 am (UTC)You remind me of Minnehaha (K), who used to select her party supplies by getting something that each of a number of people liked, even if said people didn't show up or weren't likely to show up. She used to get those cheesy corn puffs for me. I adored them. I still do, I just can't eat them. No doubt my cholesterol thanks me.
P.