The smell of it
Jan. 9th, 2008 10:38 pmEarlier this evening, Emer came over and insistently bashed at my thigh as I typed. Eventually, I asked what she wanted, and she took my hand and led me to the kitchen. She pointed at the oven gloves and I gave her one; she pointed again and I gave her another, but she indicated that I should put it on myself.
Then she told me to take the bread out of the oven.
She stood well back, I took it out; it had reached "done to perfection."
Then she told me to take the bread out of the oven.
She stood well back, I took it out; it had reached "done to perfection."
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Date: 2008-01-09 11:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-10 12:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-09 11:23 pm (UTC)That's brilliant :)
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Date: 2008-01-09 11:50 pm (UTC)Mmm, gravy...
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Date: 2008-01-10 12:44 am (UTC)Mmmmm, gravy...
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Date: 2008-01-10 02:51 pm (UTC)Now the pregnant woman shall go off in a mad search for gravy.
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Date: 2008-01-10 01:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-10 02:27 am (UTC)AWESOME!
SCARY!
IMPRESSIVE!
DELICIOUS!
CUUUUUTE!
SCARY!
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Date: 2008-01-10 11:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-10 11:57 pm (UTC)