the sickness

There’s one upside to being sick, and it’s this: I’m getting a ton of knitting done. At the state fair in August, we all made a pact to enter something in next year’s competition. We don’t have to win, just enter. I’m not sure why, exactly; it’s definitely funny. At any rate, this is what I’m entering. It’s Girasole by ...

further proof of this winter’s ridiculousness:

When I turned on the defroster this morning, it snowed inside my car.

yum.

I missed cooking Indian food. There’s something about the intense mise en place that gets me. Plus, you know, the deliciousness. And the fact that they’re good at vegetarian. Just making the dishes is very appealing. Also, you can make bread right on the burner. I need to find the cookbook I used to use, because it had the best ...

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Dudes. My face hurts. I’m trying to avoid being sick, or perhaps acknowledging that I’m getting sick, which means I’m sitting at my desk trying to not put my head down, or I may not get up again. YUCK. Anyway, I’ll make this quick. Friday, Matt and I joined twenty-some other people at Elsie’s for the fifth edition of the ...