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desperanceFour pages done. Um, four to go? Ish? Something on that order? Maybe...?
There shouldn't be other news, but there is: I have roasted the ruin of a chicken carcase (and cannot now remember why I had cut the meat from a raw chicken - which is a difficult process, and wasteful - but I do know exactly why I froze the fleshy bones: it was for this, exactly), and am nibbling on the crispy skin bits while I roast a butternut squash in the same oil. Tomorrow, there will be soup. I may carry on with this crazy roasting-one-thing-at-a-time splurge, and roast some carrots to add to the soup. Now I come to think of it, I might plug in the slow cooker and leave all these things in overnight, so come morning there is nothing to do but blitz...
On, on. Why can the emperor not take off his shirt? A waiting world needs to know...
There shouldn't be other news, but there is: I have roasted the ruin of a chicken carcase (and cannot now remember why I had cut the meat from a raw chicken - which is a difficult process, and wasteful - but I do know exactly why I froze the fleshy bones: it was for this, exactly), and am nibbling on the crispy skin bits while I roast a butternut squash in the same oil. Tomorrow, there will be soup. I may carry on with this crazy roasting-one-thing-at-a-time splurge, and roast some carrots to add to the soup. Now I come to think of it, I might plug in the slow cooker and leave all these things in overnight, so come morning there is nothing to do but blitz...
On, on. Why can the emperor not take off his shirt? A waiting world needs to know...