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desperanceThe kitchen flue just pinged at me. Good lord, I thought, can that be...?
Yup. Rain. Waterlets, falling from the skything. It's not going to be heavy and it's not going to last, but nevertheless. We'll take what we can get, this drouthy season.
And in other news, I have peeled the skin off my hunk o' pork, slathered it in a mix of spices - garlic and smoked paprika and cardamom and star anise and fennel and like that - and dumped it in the slow cooker. I have no idea what that's going to do, but it's got six hours to do it in.
Yup. Rain. Waterlets, falling from the skything. It's not going to be heavy and it's not going to last, but nevertheless. We'll take what we can get, this drouthy season.
And in other news, I have peeled the skin off my hunk o' pork, slathered it in a mix of spices - garlic and smoked paprika and cardamom and star anise and fennel and like that - and dumped it in the slow cooker. I have no idea what that's going to do, but it's got six hours to do it in.