it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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i'll show you where the white fishes swim at the bottom of the sea

My dinner tonight is the bittiest game hen I have ever seen in my life. I feel like I should be cooking it like a squab. (Instead, I have stuffed it, buttered it, seasoned it, and put it in the oven to roast. I could not, in fact, find a reasonable place to stick my instant-read thermometer. I mean, it's just me, and so I buy little ones on purpose, but I feel like a babykiller.)

I am amused to note that the stuffing consists of:

One (1) shallot. And not the whole shallot. Just one of the lobes.
One (1) slice of lemon (remember the lemons?)
some lemon grass.

In half an hour, I start garlic ginger brocolli for the side dish. I'd invite you to come over, but the squab hen is too small to share.

In other news, I am replete in a fine Australian screwtop red, and really accomplished a lot today.

I'm going to have to start writing that novella soon, aten't I?
Tags: bork! bork! bork!

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