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And then there were waffles
Apr. 23rd, 2006 01:43 pm10:00 a.m.
Today, it's all about the texture. I'm wearing a dark blue velvet tank top and a gray long-sleeved corduroy shirt. I am petting myself much more than usual.
11:00 a.m.
Waffles. My first attempt at making waffles ever. This was made more interesting by the part in the recipe that said "follow the manufacturer's instructions to cook" and the total lack of manufacturer's instructions. I've got an old-fashioned waffle iron that you just stick on the stove over the gas ring, though, so that wasn't too difficult to figure out. The first one was a little underdone, and in general they tasted a little more sour and eggy than I wanted--maybe because I was making a "Buttermilk Waffles" recipe and substituting yoghurt for sour cream as well as the standard milk+lemon juice for buttermilk. I may have to try to acquire waffle-making guidance from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cuthalion. [Note: the house continued to smell like waffles until about four p.m.]
12:40 p.m.
Huh. That might have been the fastest friend/unfriend on record. Yesterday I noticed him, today he's gone. How bizarre. He's probably allergic to pop-up books. Or stream-of-consciousness posts like this one, for which I cannot blame him too much.
12:59 p.m.
I suspect Foundling of being jealous of my writing. I can sit and stare at the computer screen for hours with no attention from him, but as soon as I actually start to write, he comes running, purring, and leaps into my lap to nuzzle my neck and generally demand much attention.
Either that or he's just keenly tuned to the sound of the keyboard.
( small things )
Today, it's all about the texture. I'm wearing a dark blue velvet tank top and a gray long-sleeved corduroy shirt. I am petting myself much more than usual.
11:00 a.m.
Waffles. My first attempt at making waffles ever. This was made more interesting by the part in the recipe that said "follow the manufacturer's instructions to cook" and the total lack of manufacturer's instructions. I've got an old-fashioned waffle iron that you just stick on the stove over the gas ring, though, so that wasn't too difficult to figure out. The first one was a little underdone, and in general they tasted a little more sour and eggy than I wanted--maybe because I was making a "Buttermilk Waffles" recipe and substituting yoghurt for sour cream as well as the standard milk+lemon juice for buttermilk. I may have to try to acquire waffle-making guidance from
cuthalion. [Note: the house continued to smell like waffles until about four p.m.]12:40 p.m.
Huh. That might have been the fastest friend/unfriend on record. Yesterday I noticed him, today he's gone. How bizarre. He's probably allergic to pop-up books. Or stream-of-consciousness posts like this one, for which I cannot blame him too much.
12:59 p.m.
I suspect Foundling of being jealous of my writing. I can sit and stare at the computer screen for hours with no attention from him, but as soon as I actually start to write, he comes running, purring, and leaps into my lap to nuzzle my neck and generally demand much attention.
Either that or he's just keenly tuned to the sound of the keyboard.
( small things )
