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I think calling this thing "gumbo" when really it just has some base rules about contents and end results and has very little to do with Cajan cooking, is probably pushing it a bit.

In both instances the ingredients were prepared one night, marinaded in the spice/liquids over night, then thrown in a slow cooker for between 8 and 10 hours.

Friday ( Read more... )

FridayWrestling with hospital bureaucracy was a bit easier because I showed up and went "I've seen you before and bleargh argh argh what the fuck is going on" and several nurses and a surgeon muttered darkly about "this is what happens; they let Rachel go and this happens" (interestingly the competent one from my old team at UoL and Jess's work ( Read more... )

WednesdaySlept approximately 1.5-2 hours between just after 7am and 9am after a night of being far too hot. Lindsay fucked off to Canada some time during that period ( Read more... )

I got up at arse o'clock yesterday morning so that I could go to Oxford for breakfast. I went in the kind of mood where I would brook no barriers to me having FUN, and this is precisely what I had ( Read more... )

ONGOING WEEK:

Yesterday I shoved myself through a slightly less brutal workout and forced myself onto a train (stymied in my mad onward rush by SOUTHERN BASTARD RAIL who refused to provide me a train for a full twenty minutes, the swine). Brief amusement in the form of a young Spanish (not Italian as claimed on Twitter - it took me a minute) woman ( Read more... )

I was forced to abandon my plans to be in three places at once due to being very tired and poor. I managed one of the three places and have the unfamiliar feeling of FOMO over not being at Eid in Trafalgar (it looked SPECTACULAR. Sadiq Khan was there. I want in on this), but after leaving Aaron & Andi & Tania's Very Civilised Barbecue, I was ( Read more... )

If you don't want to read the whiny mental health thought errors post, here's my blog about baking with Huel.

Sci-fi Nutriglop BakeFuture: Huel Experiments

Fuck fucking soichaiushciuahca ( Read more... )

Yesterday: was interviewed for a study, had my blood taken, rambled into a dictaphone, answered "social cognition" questions on a video, had my smaller size binder ride up and dig into my liver for four fucking hours, and bruised my hips. Also coughed up more fucking mucus.

Today: took Susanne her pie:


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