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desperanceAlas: when you start things yesterday, there is no doctor's note that will excuse you from finishing them today. Not in the kitchen, there's not.
So the stock I strained yesterday and fridged overnight has to be degreased and simmered down today; and the lemons I boiled yesterday and soaked overnight have to be enmarmaladed today. Neither of these is really hard work, but I would rather be lying on the sofa than groaning about in the kitchen.
(Also, when I get back to that sofa? I was planning to finish Jacey's book, but when I'm sick, I really want to reread old faves. Specifically and right now, Stephen Maturin is whispering seductively to me from the bookshelves just across the room there...)
So the stock I strained yesterday and fridged overnight has to be degreased and simmered down today; and the lemons I boiled yesterday and soaked overnight have to be enmarmaladed today. Neither of these is really hard work, but I would rather be lying on the sofa than groaning about in the kitchen.
(Also, when I get back to that sofa? I was planning to finish Jacey's book, but when I'm sick, I really want to reread old faves. Specifically and right now, Stephen Maturin is whispering seductively to me from the bookshelves just across the room there...)