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I seem to have a day off.
I also seem to have quite a good deal of nervous creative energy, and nothing really that has been cooperating with me enough to channel it into.
So I think I'll do some baking.
I used to do a lot of baking. There's something about working in a restaurant, though, that sort of hurts your desire to cook for yourself, though. I think that this has a lot to do with why Mike mostly lives off frozen foods and nothing more complicated than sandwiches, when he's home. Huge trays of nachos, on special occasion.
Bread, maybe. I think I'm in a mood to make bread. I haven't made bread in years, well, since I worked at Boston Pizza. Where I was making pizza dough in massive amounts every morning. There was a rumour that our gigantic, bathtub-sized mixing bowl had once belonged to the army, and that someone had fallen in, once, and died horribly. Nonsense, of course.
I lack yeast, and sugar. And, well, pretty much everything except flour. This is rectifiable.
And if I don't do something I will explode.
I also seem to have quite a good deal of nervous creative energy, and nothing really that has been cooperating with me enough to channel it into.
So I think I'll do some baking.
I used to do a lot of baking. There's something about working in a restaurant, though, that sort of hurts your desire to cook for yourself, though. I think that this has a lot to do with why Mike mostly lives off frozen foods and nothing more complicated than sandwiches, when he's home. Huge trays of nachos, on special occasion.
Bread, maybe. I think I'm in a mood to make bread. I haven't made bread in years, well, since I worked at Boston Pizza. Where I was making pizza dough in massive amounts every morning. There was a rumour that our gigantic, bathtub-sized mixing bowl had once belonged to the army, and that someone had fallen in, once, and died horribly. Nonsense, of course.
I lack yeast, and sugar. And, well, pretty much everything except flour. This is rectifiable.
And if I don't do something I will explode.