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Nov. 23rd, 2015 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI wrote a letter to Grammie today and had a five-minute debate with myself whether to use indents for a new paragraph, the way we were taught in school, or whether to use a blank line between paragraphs, internet-style. Of all the silly things to get hung up on...but I went with old-school, just to prove I still knew how it went.
This weekend I spent a largish amount of time performing alchemy. I transformed two pounds of turkey wings and two pounds of chicken bones into a gallon of soup stock, and transformed a gallon of cider into a quart of cider syrup. The soup stock is so that when I get back here on Saturday evening, I can throw two quarts of soup stock and whatever's taking up space in the freezer and/or the pantry into a stock pot, and have soup to eat for dinner this week. I'm going to need something quick because I have dress rehearsals for chorus from 6:15 - 10:00 on Monday and Wednesday night and I suspect that having something warm when I get home is going to be important. And there's worse soup than orzo and fava beans and tomatoes and a mess of herbs and spices.
This weekend I also made the most random impulse buy ever. I came home from Whole Foods on Saturday with seltzer, cider, bread, chocolate, soup bones, and a stuffed anteater. The mere fact that Whole Foods was selling a stuffed anteater amused me so much I had to buy him. (The cashier thought I was crazy. Maybe I am, but I don't care.) So now I have a stuffed anteater keeping my stuffed wombat from Cairns and my carved wooden elephants from Jaipur company on top of the bedroom bookshelf, and I grin every time I see him there. So there.
This weekend I spent a largish amount of time performing alchemy. I transformed two pounds of turkey wings and two pounds of chicken bones into a gallon of soup stock, and transformed a gallon of cider into a quart of cider syrup. The soup stock is so that when I get back here on Saturday evening, I can throw two quarts of soup stock and whatever's taking up space in the freezer and/or the pantry into a stock pot, and have soup to eat for dinner this week. I'm going to need something quick because I have dress rehearsals for chorus from 6:15 - 10:00 on Monday and Wednesday night and I suspect that having something warm when I get home is going to be important. And there's worse soup than orzo and fava beans and tomatoes and a mess of herbs and spices.
This weekend I also made the most random impulse buy ever. I came home from Whole Foods on Saturday with seltzer, cider, bread, chocolate, soup bones, and a stuffed anteater. The mere fact that Whole Foods was selling a stuffed anteater amused me so much I had to buy him. (The cashier thought I was crazy. Maybe I am, but I don't care.) So now I have a stuffed anteater keeping my stuffed wombat from Cairns and my carved wooden elephants from Jaipur company on top of the bedroom bookshelf, and I grin every time I see him there. So there.
