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You are making me hungry.

Easy to make, costs pennies, and is absolutely delicious. One of the up sides to a life of solitude.

I can't eat much bread anymore, which is one of the hard things of my life. *Swoon, Faint*
Aside from that, a few girlfriends ago, someone broke my stove so bad that I only use my toaster-oven anymore. I don't think I could pull that off in such confined spaces. Without having to use my Fire-Extinguisher, that is.

Nostalgia Ain't What It Used To Be

Back when I was a much younger man, I never imagined that I would end up devoting so much of my time to careful grocery shopping, cooking, and other such domestic shit. I got spoiled in the 23 years of my first marriage because my wife (now named the miserable fucking cunt) took care of everything. Ditto for my second marriage to Elizabeth (now named my favorite ex-wife) who used to make apple pie that would make you believe you died and had gone to heaven. My current love interest and I have a long-distance relationship, so there's no cooking. Anyway...

Back before my last Re: Nostalgia Ain't What It Used To Be

back before my last relationship imploded, no...Exploded, I had a rather good selection of spices and herbs and cooking supplies. I was working a three month on-three month off rotation, and I relished being able to cook for myself. When I had to kick her out (while I was in South Africa, a Merchant Mariner's worst nightmare...) She took EVERYTHING. And I mean everything. She left me with ONE butter-knife.

After that, I stopped trying. Granted, I don't get home much anymore (These past couple of "hernia" months are a complete anomaly, the ship I work on has NO rotation.) Now? I just get take-out, and keep enough extra in the 'fridge to satisfy any late-night urges.

Last night, the girl and I went out for Sushi, but from thursday until Saturday I was living on a half-pint of white rice.

And you know what? It really didn't matter all that much.

Re: Back before my last Re: Nostalgia Ain't What It Used To Be

Being in love is a bitch. The big challenge--one I'm struggling with--is to understand that true love means you don't ever expect anything in return. "Love is as love does." That's not from the movie Forrest Gump where "stupid" is the key word, but from a guy named Peck who wrote a book entitled The Road Less Traveled. He says love represents "The will to extend one's self for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth." Love is not a feeling, but an action. How you behave. As I say, it's a tough struggle. I spent decades seeking reparations. Not good.

oooh...that loaf came out beautifully!

Judging from your userpic, you've baked a few beautiful loaves yerself!

Thanks! I can usually get a decent loaf but they don't all come out beautifully. I guess that's why I like that one loaf so much and keep using that usericon :)

I've only recently explored cooking, but I've noticed that there's more chance in it than science. I thought if you followed a recipe exactly, you'd always get the same results. Not so. Verrrry spooky if you asked me.

ah...and I'm now believing that if you follow a recipe exactly while under the exact same conditions, you'll get the same results. I just figure I haven't yet gained a feel for detecting changes in conditions (such as different ambient temperature, humidity, different batch/brand of flour...) Verrrry frustrating if you ask me!

Well, when it comes to home-made bread it's like sex. When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad, it's still pretty damned good. (Of course that's entirely from a MALE perspective!)

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