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desperanceToday I made sourdough crumpets for my lunch. With smoked bacon and a Stilton sauce, but significantly, crumpets. Sourdough. That I made myself.
I feel ... moderately triumphant.
I do need to play somewhat, both with the batter and the technique; and if I am going to make a practice of this, then I need more crumpet rings, and preferably non-stick (hee, did you see what I did there? There must be a word for the rhetorical figure which begins "if..." but expresses no doubt whatsoever); but still and already. Crumpets. Yum yum.
In other news, I have two and a half of your English hours remaining to me, before I must go outwards and meet people in a place of alcoholic dispensation. I should use this time wisely, nicht wahr? It is Sunday, and to be honest I would rather just sit and read a book and keep half an eye on Egypt; but I have duties and responsibilities. And deadlines. Also forms to fill in, but I'm avoiding those. (When did I develop an absolute phobia for bureaucracy and form-filling? It's absurd. I'm sure I used to enjoy contact with these expressions of an adult world, but these days, aaargh.)
I feel ... moderately triumphant.
I do need to play somewhat, both with the batter and the technique; and if I am going to make a practice of this, then I need more crumpet rings, and preferably non-stick (hee, did you see what I did there? There must be a word for the rhetorical figure which begins "if..." but expresses no doubt whatsoever); but still and already. Crumpets. Yum yum.
In other news, I have two and a half of your English hours remaining to me, before I must go outwards and meet people in a place of alcoholic dispensation. I should use this time wisely, nicht wahr? It is Sunday, and to be honest I would rather just sit and read a book and keep half an eye on Egypt; but I have duties and responsibilities. And deadlines. Also forms to fill in, but I'm avoiding those. (When did I develop an absolute phobia for bureaucracy and form-filling? It's absurd. I'm sure I used to enjoy contact with these expressions of an adult world, but these days, aaargh.)