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It's in the bag!
Last night I stood in line behind a man buying quinces. Quinces! I longed to ask him what he was going to do with them. He had a half dozen packets of vanilla sugar (or, rather, vanillin šećer) as well, but I can't think of a recipe that calls for both those ingredients. But he was so hawt I was intimidated and didn't say anything. Myself, I was buying only three things--baby spinach and onions for a vegetable side and yoghurt for breakfast--so I just slipped them into my satchel.
When I got in, the first thing I did was feed the cat, whose dinner was an hour-and-a-half late. Then I got the leftover cassoulet out of the fridge and on the stove. When I looked for bacon, I found a half onion from last week I could use and got those minced and simmering. At some point, I asked myself, "Did I put the yoghurt away?" And there was a container of yoghurt in the fridge so I thought no more about it.
The next morning I had about ten minutes to fix and eat breakfast and I was determined to make a healthy dose of fibre the centerpiece of it. I pulled the container of yoghurt out of the fridge--and determined it was an old one from a week or so ago. So what happened to the new container? Only then did it dawn on me I'd left it in my bag overnight. Fortunately, yoghurt doesn't go bad in a day, so my plan was still valid. But between that, leaving the burner on under the remaining cassoulet last night, and forgetting my gate key this morning, I'm beginning to worry about my spongiform cerebrum.
When I got in, the first thing I did was feed the cat, whose dinner was an hour-and-a-half late. Then I got the leftover cassoulet out of the fridge and on the stove. When I looked for bacon, I found a half onion from last week I could use and got those minced and simmering. At some point, I asked myself, "Did I put the yoghurt away?" And there was a container of yoghurt in the fridge so I thought no more about it.
The next morning I had about ten minutes to fix and eat breakfast and I was determined to make a healthy dose of fibre the centerpiece of it. I pulled the container of yoghurt out of the fridge--and determined it was an old one from a week or so ago. So what happened to the new container? Only then did it dawn on me I'd left it in my bag overnight. Fortunately, yoghurt doesn't go bad in a day, so my plan was still valid. But between that, leaving the burner on under the remaining cassoulet last night, and forgetting my gate key this morning, I'm beginning to worry about my spongiform cerebrum.
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