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Today was all right.
I woke up, had some sausage and went to The Store. Jorg was there, but not for very long. It was a slow day and I told him that if he wanted to go then I could handle the place by myself. He took me up on my offer and left to go shopping with his new family.
Of course, as soon as he left, business picked up.
After work, I went by the market and bought some kitty litter, as well as a red cabbage, a white onion, a small red russet potato, a package of mushrooms, some corn starch and some Mrs. Dash extra-spicy seasoning.
I came home and tried my hand at making milk soup. I sauteed some of the red cabbage, some lettuce, the potato and some of the mushrooms. Then covered them with water and brought them to a boil, before adding milk and a corn starch slurry. But then, on autopilot, I covered the pan and the milk frothed and went everywhere.
At the end, the milk soup was okay. It's not something I think I'll make regularly, but it is now within my repetoire.
After supper, I washed up the dishes, cleaned the stove top, then had some fruit with warm milk while watching A Haunting in Venice. Now I'm downstairs, in bed, ready to call it a night.
I hope my phone resets properly this time.
I woke up, had some sausage and went to The Store. Jorg was there, but not for very long. It was a slow day and I told him that if he wanted to go then I could handle the place by myself. He took me up on my offer and left to go shopping with his new family.
Of course, as soon as he left, business picked up.
After work, I went by the market and bought some kitty litter, as well as a red cabbage, a white onion, a small red russet potato, a package of mushrooms, some corn starch and some Mrs. Dash extra-spicy seasoning.
I came home and tried my hand at making milk soup. I sauteed some of the red cabbage, some lettuce, the potato and some of the mushrooms. Then covered them with water and brought them to a boil, before adding milk and a corn starch slurry. But then, on autopilot, I covered the pan and the milk frothed and went everywhere.
At the end, the milk soup was okay. It's not something I think I'll make regularly, but it is now within my repetoire.
After supper, I washed up the dishes, cleaned the stove top, then had some fruit with warm milk while watching A Haunting in Venice. Now I'm downstairs, in bed, ready to call it a night.
I hope my phone resets properly this time.
