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My little island home
May. 28th, 2014 09:51 pm LJ is stil not cross-posting for me. I feel OK with blaming LJ for the problem, since I am trying to do it the old-fashioned copy/paste way in the other tab, and it's not working. Only the mobile site works for posting.
LJ, I'm so over you. We have history, so even though you're going through an ugly phase (again), I have been willing to stay together. But too much is broken in my life already. Anyway, I'm rather happy in my tiny island home, where I don't have the illusion that I'm any kind of important. I feel comfortable nattering about my stories without putting it under a cut. So if you don't want to accept a copy of my words, then I guess I'll just say them here and let that be that.
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I'm re-committing to meal planning. I read about approaching it by thinking about the "starches," and I like that approach. Mostly because I find "side dishes" the most alluring. I have no problem with creating a meal around roasted broccoli, for example. Mmm, what do I want to go along with Armenian garlic-and-beet salad?
D made a delicious cornbread to go along with my rather spicy chili. He has mad cornbread skilz. I should not disparage him now for only ever making half a dozen recipes, and that, rarely. {Oops?}
My lunch was super beautiful, cheese ravioli (frozen) with pesto (Trader Joe's), with mozzarella browned all over, and quickly made bread sticks. I did not have enough yeast, but I added baking powder, a trick from my sister. It was nicer than restaurant food and cost like $5 for the entire thing, maybe. My lunch tomorrow! I probably should have taken a photo, but om nom nom nom.
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Spent today writing up character notes for the yet untitled Magic Girl thing, and making myself laugh. Paloma still doesn't have a last name.
LJ, I'm so over you. We have history, so even though you're going through an ugly phase (again), I have been willing to stay together. But too much is broken in my life already. Anyway, I'm rather happy in my tiny island home, where I don't have the illusion that I'm any kind of important. I feel comfortable nattering about my stories without putting it under a cut. So if you don't want to accept a copy of my words, then I guess I'll just say them here and let that be that.
- - -
I'm re-committing to meal planning. I read about approaching it by thinking about the "starches," and I like that approach. Mostly because I find "side dishes" the most alluring. I have no problem with creating a meal around roasted broccoli, for example. Mmm, what do I want to go along with Armenian garlic-and-beet salad?
D made a delicious cornbread to go along with my rather spicy chili. He has mad cornbread skilz. I should not disparage him now for only ever making half a dozen recipes, and that, rarely. {Oops?}
My lunch was super beautiful, cheese ravioli (frozen) with pesto (Trader Joe's), with mozzarella browned all over, and quickly made bread sticks. I did not have enough yeast, but I added baking powder, a trick from my sister. It was nicer than restaurant food and cost like $5 for the entire thing, maybe. My lunch tomorrow! I probably should have taken a photo, but om nom nom nom.
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Spent today writing up character notes for the yet untitled Magic Girl thing, and making myself laugh. Paloma still doesn't have a last name.