Let no one say I'm thin-skinned, but...

How many times, O lord, must I cut my finger on the lid of a gushy-fudz tin?

I try to be good; I wash them, and then I recycle them. But I have already lost count of the times I have been fishing around in the washing-up water and gone ouchie, and seen the water turn shark-attractor pink, and drawn my hand out with a finger leaking.

This morning was a bad one, long and deep. I left quite a lot of blood on the kitchen lino, before I dashed upstairs for a plaster. When I came down again, there was - ahem! - no blood. I am a little anxious about this, for fear they might get a taste for me...

No news is really good news at the moment, it's all about pain and stress and angst and poverty; but I have leftover potatoes and carrots and turnips, which I thought I'd hashy-mash tonight and fry up with a couple of eggs and whatever else I came home with from the market. Only then I forgot when I was in the market, and only remembered halfway through town; and rather than go back I decided to nip into Costly Supermarket and see if they had something nice, a fillet of smoked haddock, say. It'd be expensive, but hey, once in a while nice food is just nice...

So in I went, and inspected the fishes, and blanched at the prices as you do; but then there was the butcher's counter, so I just glanced at that, and...

Well. Sometimes you land lucky. Pigs' cheeks! I've never seen pigs' cheeks, except on a restaurant menu. So I said, I'll have a couple of those, thanks...

Hee. 46p the pair.

And now my house smells utterly lovely, as they braise very slowly in onion and herbs and a splash or two of wine; and I think I'll go back tomorrow and get more if they have any, and try a confit. Whoo, yeah...

Hmm - a Dreamwidth question...

All my posts are made in Dreamwidth and automatically crossposted to LJ. The last one appeared with this -

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- at the foot. Which I most certainly did not ask for, and do not want. People are very welcome to comment either here or there.

Does anybody happen to know why it should suddenly have done that, who's been fiddling with my settings and how I can unfiddle it if necessary?

ETA: Yup, much as expected, this entry did the same thing, so it does seem to have become the default. Do Not Want... (And am damn sure I didn't do anything to make it so...)

ETA2: Damn thing did it again when I ETA'd. But am vaguely hopeful that I may have found the solution, poking about in the account settings (but am still cross, as if I'm right then they have changed the default without consulting me, grrr snarl...)

In other news...

This is really just a test to see if I have indeed got rid of the accursed subtext, but I shall record this none the less:

Not all forgetfulness yields fortuity. I forgot to shop for supper in the market, and so discovered pig cheeks for pennies, om nom nom; I forgot also to buy more wasabi peas. I seem to have eaten extraordinary amounts of wasabi peas over the weekend in the course of my debauchment, and consequently have run out. I console myself only with the fact that I did leave the lid off the container, and therefore perhaps it was Mac who ate them all, perhaps it was...?