My God, I'm good
Dec. 17th, 2009 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceLast night I flung the duck-carcase in the slow cooker, with residual red cabbage and ginger and a star anise.
This morning I have dark rich flavourful soup-base. And cabbage and crevettes and noodles and chilli and garlic and soy and such. Fish sauce. Beansprouts. Om, if I may say so, nom.
In other news, as I reached for clean socks this morning, I thought "Didn't I buy new socks just yesterday? Sure I did. I wonder what happened to...?"
And came downstairs and discovered what happened to. They had been Mightily Hunted from the bag wherein I left them, and dragged all across the vasty barren plains of the carpet, and left mockingly on the doorstep.
Barry, I suspect. It's generally Baz who hunts trophies. Mac just hunts food.
Talking of which...
*zooms*
This morning I have dark rich flavourful soup-base. And cabbage and crevettes and noodles and chilli and garlic and soy and such. Fish sauce. Beansprouts. Om, if I may say so, nom.
In other news, as I reached for clean socks this morning, I thought "Didn't I buy new socks just yesterday? Sure I did. I wonder what happened to...?"
And came downstairs and discovered what happened to. They had been Mightily Hunted from the bag wherein I left them, and dragged all across the vasty barren plains of the carpet, and left mockingly on the doorstep.
Barry, I suspect. It's generally Baz who hunts trophies. Mac just hunts food.
Talking of which...
*zooms*