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I ate too much Colombian food for breakfast. It’s hot as fuck and sunny and windy. I’m doing laundry and dishes. There is nothing exciting.
Well, I’m planning food for the party, that’s sort of exciting. I have this one hors d’oeuvres cookbook that is some sort of bizarre anachronism for 1996 when it was published. It offers up recipes for broiled prunes with blue cheese and fish mousse piped on to rye bread. I keep it because it has good techniques for things like stuffed croissants.
Did I mention how hot it was outside? It’s hot. And humid.
I go camping in a week. I am going to die.
I will be dead. hahahahahaha