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desperanceYou can tell I wasn't a gardener, when I was writing The Garden. If I had six barrowloads of leaves these days, they wouldn't be getting anywhere near my compost-heap. They'd go in black bags and sit in a corner till they broke down into lovely leafmould, however long it took.
In other not-very-related news, I thought I might take a leaf out of Nigel Slater's book(s), and start a kitchen diary. It might actually be useful to have a searchable daily record of what I cook, what I use, what works and what doesn't. (On the other hand, of course, my record at keeping daily records is not great; but on the other other hand, it's a shame to quit before I begin. Better to start and fail than never to start. Etc. So I might. Hell, I might even post it here. With tags. My record at remembering to use tags is even more risible, but, y'know. Try again, fail again. Fail better.)
In other not-very-related news, I thought I might take a leaf out of Nigel Slater's book(s), and start a kitchen diary. It might actually be useful to have a searchable daily record of what I cook, what I use, what works and what doesn't. (On the other hand, of course, my record at keeping daily records is not great; but on the other other hand, it's a shame to quit before I begin. Better to start and fail than never to start. Etc. So I might. Hell, I might even post it here. With tags. My record at remembering to use tags is even more risible, but, y'know. Try again, fail again. Fail better.)
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Date: 2013-06-19 12:14 am (UTC)