i could get used to this 'living alone' thing.
i can appreciate a particularly beautiful piece of meat. i was really,
really heartbroken over the fact that i'd be sticking this marbled GOD into a stew. :[
i seriously need to invest in a bigger stew pot.
as if i learned nothing from all those times i cooked curry and there
wasn't enough room for me to cook it comfortably. ah well, such is the
life of being a shiteating college student. rofl.
hobo stew + garlic/rosemary potatoes + fresh french bread + merlot + NPR
=
true love.