Tuesday, March 01, 2011
For In Thee Do I Trust
Well, friends, I am now hour... twelve... into my all-nighter-turned-into-all-morninger, and I'm feeling a little deranged at this point. I'm proofing a manuscript for +bookstore+ that's the size of War and Peace, and if I have to read one more alliterative reference to a psalm, I'm pretty sure I will have to stab myself in the eyes with my markup pencil. In the eyes.
On the upside, check out what I threw together during a break this morning, and have currently got simmering on the stove:
Yeah, I'm just making my own chicken stock out of the remains of our dinner. Like Martha Stewart. No biggie.
Update: Almost five and a half hours of simmering later, mmmmmmmmmm. Don't be jealous.
And no. Still haven't slept.
Comments:
Well, Mom was all "You're useless in the kitchen so Erik must love you for your prowess in bed, or something" so I was like SHAZAAM I CAN COOK!! Sort of!! If it just involves me sitting next to the stove, occasionally stirring!!
I think if I wanted to make chicken stock I would have to google how to do it, which I think says something about both me and our times right there.
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