Today is Guy Fawkes’ Day. Give Catholics a look of wounded innocence in commemoration.
Unless you live on the wrong side of the world, in which case you should wait until tomorrow. Otherwise it would just be mean.
Meself, I’ve had a pretty busy week. I had Bible study this morning, for which I had to make items of yumminess. Then tonight is singing group, which requires further items of yumminess; and Helpdesk Man’s singing shindig, for which he has to take a big ol’ plate of yummy items. Tomorrow night (Friday, try to keep up) Helpdesk Man’s three ex-flatmates are coming over for a post-Guy Fawkes barbecue, which means I will have to make savoury as well as sweet items of yumminess. And the next night, three ex-cinema-employee friends of mine are coming over for dinner and a movie, which involves feeding them… wait for it… items of yumminess again.
Too much yumminess! My head asplode!
Plus I’m supposed to be writing 2000 words a day for NaNo. So far, amazingly, I haven’t gotten behind. I haven’t even started today though - and I should, while I’m trapped under a sleeping snortlepig, because when she wakes up I will feel obliged to go make two kinds of pie. And cinnamon almond cookies. And rice-stuffed roasted pumpkin. And focaccia. And fudge.
If I had time and more spirulina in my system, I’d also make stock. I’ve been reading up on Traditional Foods and wallowing in angst and guilt as a result, so today I bought chicken carcasses and beef bones from the butcher. Also beef dripping, which is staring at me stolidly from the fridge and making me feel nervy. Anyone have any luscious dripping recipes?
And since I’m currently out of library books… what is the most hideously depressing book you’ve ever read? For me I think it was The Book of Sorrows by Walter Wangerin, Jr.
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