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Jul. 20th, 2010 12:53 pmI look at my vast list of things to do and I look at the lingering virus I have and I wonder. I'm not sure what I wonder, to be honest. I wonder that, too.
Jul. 20th, 2010
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Jul. 20th, 2010 04:21 pmI've done a surprising amount of useful things today and I'm only halfway through my workday. I still want to just moon, but I now I have 2 types of 19th century snackfood, some for tonight some - if it survives that long - for the CSFG meeting tomorrow.
One of them I've been planning for a long time. I want to know the range of dishes I can replace ginger with galingale. I have a gingernut cake that tastes very gingernutty and has no ginger in it: galingale, allspice and cinnamon only. The nut flavour comes from molasses. And in the oven right now is a biscuit made of sugar, ground almond and eggwhite, but it's not a macaroon. It may be crumblier and crunchier, I think, but I won't know for a while. I do know that the sad small scrapings in the bowl were yummier than macaroons, which has to count for something. I wanted to make jumbles as well (in honour of "What Katy Did At School" because Aimee mentioned a different Katy in an email) but I ran out of energy.
Now that most of dinner is done and all the snackfood is underway and I've done half a manuscript appraisal (income!) and an hour's work on a paper, I can focus on the big thing of the day. A friend who is an engineer is coming to help me sort out some time travel issues, mostly, I think, logistics so that I can work out how many characters I need for the novel and if I have sorted out their living arrangements sensibly. In other words, my next few hours is mainly caves and food. He knows environmental science as well, so he might be able to help me on that front, too.
The later part of the evening will be entirely devoted to filling in forms. Three sets, I think, or four.
In a kind of related note, my neighbour has the identical virus to me and it lasts forever. I was putting out rubbish and she was going to the doctor and we commiserated with each other briefly, like ships in a viral night. It seems that 90% of Canberra has this virus which means...it's July. In July we all get virii and depression and in August comes the hayfever.
One of them I've been planning for a long time. I want to know the range of dishes I can replace ginger with galingale. I have a gingernut cake that tastes very gingernutty and has no ginger in it: galingale, allspice and cinnamon only. The nut flavour comes from molasses. And in the oven right now is a biscuit made of sugar, ground almond and eggwhite, but it's not a macaroon. It may be crumblier and crunchier, I think, but I won't know for a while. I do know that the sad small scrapings in the bowl were yummier than macaroons, which has to count for something. I wanted to make jumbles as well (in honour of "What Katy Did At School" because Aimee mentioned a different Katy in an email) but I ran out of energy.
Now that most of dinner is done and all the snackfood is underway and I've done half a manuscript appraisal (income!) and an hour's work on a paper, I can focus on the big thing of the day. A friend who is an engineer is coming to help me sort out some time travel issues, mostly, I think, logistics so that I can work out how many characters I need for the novel and if I have sorted out their living arrangements sensibly. In other words, my next few hours is mainly caves and food. He knows environmental science as well, so he might be able to help me on that front, too.
The later part of the evening will be entirely devoted to filling in forms. Three sets, I think, or four.
In a kind of related note, my neighbour has the identical virus to me and it lasts forever. I was putting out rubbish and she was going to the doctor and we commiserated with each other briefly, like ships in a viral night. It seems that 90% of Canberra has this virus which means...it's July. In July we all get virii and depression and in August comes the hayfever.