This many things make a post
Nov. 21st, 2009 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThis new and negatively-expensive mobile phone of mine - which would have saved me money even if I'd never taken it out of the box: ask me how! - not only takes photos (which I knew) and videos (which I didn't know: it has just struck me, I could show you the boys in action! chasing Evil Red Dot up to the top of the door!! if I can figure out how to upload from object to internet), it is also an FM radio! Who knew? And why didn't you tell me?
Tragically, the radio function only works through the headphones, so it won't act as a substitute travel-radio; I doubt I'd fall asleep with things in my ears. Tho' I suppose a man might try...
In other news: lord, I am so mucky. Everyone is used, I think, to my spilling dinner on my clothes, but I do also need to change every time I cook. Which includes every time I bake: which, when making sourdough loaves according to my New Improved method - knocking the dough back three or four times before the final proof - really ought to mean every hour on the hour. I don't have that many clothes. Which means that if I slip out to the shops between one rise and the next - well. Mucky. All over flour, and in public too.
The solution, of course, would be some kind of cheffy apron. In sexy black: I'm sure they are available. But it'd need to include sleeves, because I'm always dangling my cuffs in the dough, and I don't think those are commonplace; and I'm not at all sure I'd wear it anyway. I suspect I'd either laugh or cringe or both; and then only remember it when it was too late, when I looked down and saw the state of me.
*goes off to knock back dough, in a state*
Tragically, the radio function only works through the headphones, so it won't act as a substitute travel-radio; I doubt I'd fall asleep with things in my ears. Tho' I suppose a man might try...
In other news: lord, I am so mucky. Everyone is used, I think, to my spilling dinner on my clothes, but I do also need to change every time I cook. Which includes every time I bake: which, when making sourdough loaves according to my New Improved method - knocking the dough back three or four times before the final proof - really ought to mean every hour on the hour. I don't have that many clothes. Which means that if I slip out to the shops between one rise and the next - well. Mucky. All over flour, and in public too.
The solution, of course, would be some kind of cheffy apron. In sexy black: I'm sure they are available. But it'd need to include sleeves, because I'm always dangling my cuffs in the dough, and I don't think those are commonplace; and I'm not at all sure I'd wear it anyway. I suspect I'd either laugh or cringe or both; and then only remember it when it was too late, when I looked down and saw the state of me.
*goes off to knock back dough, in a state*