the roman empire didn’t exactly fall, now did it? I mean, we still talk about it like it’s the bee’s knees. I say that because I was thinking how this is the fall of ‘ok-well-let’s-make-this-work’… and that makes it sound like the adaptation vibe is dying, and it’s not! the autumn of? but that sounds old… sinatra old.
so look, it’s the fall season of ‘I can do better!’ of ‘I’ll show you!’ of ‘I’ll show myself!’ and a bunch of other garbled self-affirmy yelling. and for real, someone’s playing a bag pipe while I type… somewhere outside
after a long six hours of weird drudgery, some salad with my favourite man, and an extra painful episode of peep show, I’m mowing down perogies and tippity tapping away on the couch, venting at/to all of you.
in the upcoming weeks there will surely be new recipes and more regular posts. the summer so easily distracts me from long bouts of the internet. and everyone’s getting married! it’s THAT weird time of life. there’s so many things to bite into… the overwhelming all-you-can-eat buffet where instead of indigestion, you just become more obligated to more people or to more of yourself. save room for dessert.
soon to be more experimenting with bread (and related) baking. stay tuned for whatever that will entail.
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