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Jan. 30th, 2008 05:01 pmToday I'm drinking chicory coffee. Not chicory in lieu of coffee, which I don't like, but coffee cut with chicory, from Louisiana.
It's the weather. Not that I've spent much time in Louisiana, but every day I was there, the air was laced with looming thunderstorms, just like today. And coffee is a good preventative of thunderstorm headaches and I just happen to have chicory coffee and... it makes a nice tight circle of illogic, doesn't it?
I was supposed to do 'real' work today, but it's a bit of an ache-day and I'm treating myself like fragile glass until things stop hurting. Also, the unreal work has to be done too. I want to finish my other two review books by the end of the week, which means getting one read and the review started before I start marking thesis.
I also want to get a bit more of the work for the Conflux banquet out of the way. This is pure enlightened self-interest. This is ideal weather for icecream and my amazing icecream tester is on a roll, so if I give her more recipes, I get to taste more icecream and my summer becomes better and better and better. The 1920s icecreams are going to be worth going to the banquet for, I can tell you that already. So can Kate, icecream maker extraordinaire. So can Donna, who tasted the first trial of raspberry.
I wonder if I have time to test a meal's worth of steak and vegies recipes over the weekend? That would be six tests down all at once, including two of the key sauces. Steak and vegies are also good summer food, as long as there's a salad with them.
Can you tell I've eaten nothing but goat's cheese and oatmeal biscuits since I woke up? They were delicious, but I'm beginning to get hungry. In the back of my mind are recipes and tastes and wishes, while I sit at the computer and do other things. Dinner is going to be polenta pancake and a very, very big salad and I rather think it's going to be made early.
It's the weather. Not that I've spent much time in Louisiana, but every day I was there, the air was laced with looming thunderstorms, just like today. And coffee is a good preventative of thunderstorm headaches and I just happen to have chicory coffee and... it makes a nice tight circle of illogic, doesn't it?
I was supposed to do 'real' work today, but it's a bit of an ache-day and I'm treating myself like fragile glass until things stop hurting. Also, the unreal work has to be done too. I want to finish my other two review books by the end of the week, which means getting one read and the review started before I start marking thesis.
I also want to get a bit more of the work for the Conflux banquet out of the way. This is pure enlightened self-interest. This is ideal weather for icecream and my amazing icecream tester is on a roll, so if I give her more recipes, I get to taste more icecream and my summer becomes better and better and better. The 1920s icecreams are going to be worth going to the banquet for, I can tell you that already. So can Kate, icecream maker extraordinaire. So can Donna, who tasted the first trial of raspberry.
I wonder if I have time to test a meal's worth of steak and vegies recipes over the weekend? That would be six tests down all at once, including two of the key sauces. Steak and vegies are also good summer food, as long as there's a salad with them.
Can you tell I've eaten nothing but goat's cheese and oatmeal biscuits since I woke up? They were delicious, but I'm beginning to get hungry. In the back of my mind are recipes and tastes and wishes, while I sit at the computer and do other things. Dinner is going to be polenta pancake and a very, very big salad and I rather think it's going to be made early.