For some reason known only to my inner brain workings, the title needed to have that piece of punctuation. But anyway, I digress. Of late I've been baking my own bread. It's definitely an art that needs more practice, because no matter how I tweak the recipe and follow instructions, mine comes out sadly heavy and dense. The annoying (or good, I suppose) part is that the bread tastes fantastic. There's no problem with the flavour. The crust is awesome. The damned bread just needs to be eaten while still warm, because come the morning, it is hard enough to use as a brick.
It reminds me of the time that we went over to Rich's place and his mother had attempted a cake, and her (failed) cake was sitting abandoned on the kitchen bench. This, too, was hard as a rock. It ended up being kicked around the front yard and stayed disturbingly intact. In fact, when it finally experienced its structural failure, it only broke in half. And each half was still capable of inflicting a bruise through the toe of my Doc Martens.
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24 May, 2009
14 May, 2009
IT IS NOT
...the 14th of May. This poor blog has been sadly neglected, and for far too long indeed. I've also realised I have a bunch of drafts that are yet unpublished; perhaps I should spend some time sorting through them? And perhaps release one or two into the wild wide yonder?
Decisions, decisions.
In other news, I've been thinking about my spending habits of late, and while nobody would call me Spendy Spenderella, I think there are some ways I could cull the cash exodus here and there. I'm going to try that there thing called the Library more often. I LOOOOVE owning books, but really, there are only so many books I can realistically read again one day (and that would be IF I even picked them up again once I've read them the first time). The reality is that most of my books end up doing naught but decorating bookshelves. And besides, libraries let you read them again later on too!
It's time to try to tone down this addiction. For the first installment I have Jodi Picoult's Nineteen Minutes (because she is a good author) and Anthony Burgess' A Clockwork Orange (because like I said, libraries let you read stuff again).
Wish me luck.
Decisions, decisions.
In other news, I've been thinking about my spending habits of late, and while nobody would call me Spendy Spenderella, I think there are some ways I could cull the cash exodus here and there. I'm going to try that there thing called the Library more often. I LOOOOVE owning books, but really, there are only so many books I can realistically read again one day (and that would be IF I even picked them up again once I've read them the first time). The reality is that most of my books end up doing naught but decorating bookshelves. And besides, libraries let you read them again later on too!
It's time to try to tone down this addiction. For the first installment I have Jodi Picoult's Nineteen Minutes (because she is a good author) and Anthony Burgess' A Clockwork Orange (because like I said, libraries let you read stuff again).
Wish me luck.
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