Survivor-type
Jan. 3rd, 2010 12:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceS'okay, you-all are excused cats (tho' ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mantichore had better not show his face around here for a while; the boys are sweet but vengeful). I counted me out and I counted me back, safe and sound. Unfrozed, unfallen. So long as the fresh snow keeps on coming, it's actually okay out there (for values of "okay" that include "bitter cold", obviously - minus seventeen in bits of Scotland last night, apparently. Brr). It'll be tomorrow when it's iced over that I shall die if I don't stay in; and tomorrow is my birthday, and there are retail opportunities a-begging...
Anyways. Isn't soup supposed to be a one-pot wonder? What with the slow cooker that worked its magic overnight, and the giant saucepan that I sauteed the veggies in and then added the stock and the split peas and realised wasn't big enough to take that-all and the ham and the hambone too, and the stockpot that I transferred everything into, and the frying pan that will produce croutons later... Well. Washing-up r us. But I have a vat of soup simmering itself into loveliness now. A positive vat: 5.5 litres, according to the convenient measuring-scale on the inside of the stockpot. That'll see me through, alongside the chicken curry I made last night and the bread that I shall bake tomorrow. Whoo, yeah.
Oh, and also, I have perfected the crispy salty beetroot straw. I thought you-all should know that.
mantichore had better not show his face around here for a while; the boys are sweet but vengeful). I counted me out and I counted me back, safe and sound. Unfrozed, unfallen. So long as the fresh snow keeps on coming, it's actually okay out there (for values of "okay" that include "bitter cold", obviously - minus seventeen in bits of Scotland last night, apparently. Brr). It'll be tomorrow when it's iced over that I shall die if I don't stay in; and tomorrow is my birthday, and there are retail opportunities a-begging...Anyways. Isn't soup supposed to be a one-pot wonder? What with the slow cooker that worked its magic overnight, and the giant saucepan that I sauteed the veggies in and then added the stock and the split peas and realised wasn't big enough to take that-all and the ham and the hambone too, and the stockpot that I transferred everything into, and the frying pan that will produce croutons later... Well. Washing-up r us. But I have a vat of soup simmering itself into loveliness now. A positive vat: 5.5 litres, according to the convenient measuring-scale on the inside of the stockpot. That'll see me through, alongside the chicken curry I made last night and the bread that I shall bake tomorrow. Whoo, yeah.
Oh, and also, I have perfected the crispy salty beetroot straw. I thought you-all should know that.