PANTRY WHY ARE YOU SO EMPTY
The crisis continues - rather than doing actual food cooking (which I am now prepared for), Mr. Rowe decides we should do snack/desert foods instead. Ok, fair. I can actually bake pretty damn well, thank you very much. But I get home with less than an hour on the clock to find, no joke, my dad's apartment contains neither sugar nor flour.
So... I made a trail mix. And by "made" I mean I ran out of pretzels and peanuts halfway through and just started pouring in packs of Chex mix. WHY I AM SO LAME?
On the plus side, this is a mighty fine Scotch I'm sipping. And Gayle McCormick has (had?) some pipes on her. Soul and alcohol... the two things that are reliably good in my life.
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this_is_praxis) wrote,
silly
