While everything I cook doesn't always work out, enough of it does to keep me fat and happy. After nearly ten years living together, my partner has decided that I need to write down the things that I make up in an orderly fashion. My dream would be a cookbook, but we both work in human services in a state that likes to get behind on its bills. Instead, I will settle for this blog as my new recipe box.
I will try to post here regularly. OK, semi-regularly. Regularly enough to make it worth while?
For some reason, a pile of dirty knives on the counter seems dangerous, so I like to put them into a bowl in an orderly fashion. And our chihuahua really is claustrophobic as well.
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