What's this?

How self indulgent is this? Writing down stuff that no one else could possibly be interested in. Hmmmph. Tough on you if you came here looking for great and meaningful prose.

I'll start with the domestic first. We'll see when the heresy crops up.

The bread is in the oven, and the crabapples are simmering away on the stove.

domesticus interupptus

The crabapples are now draining their juice, after having searched the clothesline for the jelly bag. It blew off and was sodden on the ground. expletive censored. So I washed the bag, with soap, so the victims of my lastest culinary masterpiece may be assured that I have their health at the forefront of my mind.

Free crabapples indeed. I got a blister from chopping the little devils up. This had better be delicious.

the buzzer went again

Bread is done...and before noon even. I am so proud of myself. Time to go and eat the crust.