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Being, of course, the correct way to eat a scone during a cream tea. For what it’s worth, I had one each way and couldn’t make my mind up as to which was better, so I guess I’m just going to have to eat more scones until I have a more definitive opinion. I suspect that it’s going to be… Read more »
I came, I saw, I turned 35. I had a good meal, I socialised with friends, and got slightly miffed by someone being an ass. The latter was a minor dent on an otherwise stellar day, but I had a good whine about it on the way home and feel oodles better. I think. *chuckles* But really, it was mainly… Read more »
At our normal Thursday meeting, the pub in question puts on some free grub for us. It’s usually some potato chips and sandwiches, but they gave us the option of chipping in and getting something a bit fancier. Don’t let the savoury picture fool you — that was only a fraction of the trays they presented us. Suffices to say,… Read more »
Today was one of those rare days that I was in the office properly. There is a single November year end account, so I figured it would be a good idea to go in and work through it with my hand held. I’m going to go back in in January for a few days for the same reason. And while… Read more »
I just got back from our annual Stitch ‘n Bitch Christmas dinner. And while I had intended to share a picture of my meal, I can’t. I ate so much that thinking about or looking food is making my gorge rise. But man, worth it. Herd puts on a good Christmas dinner. And! We were apparently their first Christmas dinner… Read more »
Z has a meeting tonight, so I pushed my spoonie self to be of use. I did some dishes and cleaning, I crockpotted us a lovely beef soup, and am currently child wrangling. That amounts to the big one being sorted and in bed, while the little one is sitting on me whining because I am doing something in addition… Read more »
I read something the other day that claimed that photographing your meals actually makes them taste better. [[Citation needed]], and I cannot be bothered to go find it and whether or not it was true, but I remembered it as I sat down to dinner and decided to take a picture of my sausage and mash. Because why not. But… Read more »
I am sitting here with my milk and the Oreos and like… they’re all going in my face, not gonna lie or apologise. They’re Oreos, and they’re mint, which means this is a date with destiny! I’ve been meaning to bust them out since we bought them… last week? Week before? Some unreasonable amount of time to neglect poor Oreos,… Read more »
And by ‘crystal’ I mean melamine, ha ha. It sure is pretty though! I’d asked Z if he knew where our old glass one gotten to, and he was pretty sure it had been broken. Fair enough. I’d explained my plan to make up a pitcher of squash in the lounge on my desk in the hopes that it would… Read more »
Smallhausen has pestered me off and on for some time to take her to ‘crochet’ with me. To her, that means going to the pub where I go to Stitch ‘n Bitch; she’s been there once for a daytime fundraising event, but otherwise, she’s not come out since our group moved pubs. So I thought about that today, and with… Read more »
