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monshu was trying to pitch the woo on Sunday night. (Why didn't I immediately recognise the subtext of "Leave the dishes"?) But I was too full of pork tenderloin cooked in milk and, honestly, too shaken up by A History of Violence to get anything started. With snowy_owlet coming over tomorrow night for Trashion TV, I figured my best bet to make it up to him was tonight. Naturally, he wasn't expecting anything of the sort so he was already reheating the leftovers in the conventional oven. By the time we finished up, the milk was a brack rubbery pad clinging to the bottom of the dish and the pasta was crunchier than the oat cereal I had for breakfast this morning.
It was just like old times.
monshu was trying to pitch the woo on Sunday night. (Why didn't I immediately recognise the subtext of "Leave the dishes"?) But I was too full of pork tenderloin cooked in milk and, honestly, too shaken up by A History of Violence to get anything started. With snowy_owlet coming over tomorrow night for Trashion TV, I figured my best bet to make it up to him was tonight. Naturally, he wasn't expecting anything of the sort so he was already reheating the leftovers in the conventional oven. By the time we finished up, the milk was a brack rubbery pad clinging to the bottom of the dish and the pasta was crunchier than the oat cereal I had for breakfast this morning.It was just like old times.
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