December 17 of 2012: Today
I added Celtic Sea Salt to my arsenal of kitchen magic. Wow. My
Himalayan salt is great, but this stuff really is amazing. Got the
coarse version, which has more stuff in it. Highly recommended.
December 17 of 2012: Christmas is coming near and so my nearly
non-existent skills in the kitchen are in quick need of updating,
because I do have plans for a tremendous meal. I was thinking of poached
pears in port, red cabbage, and now for something entirely original:
beef that is of even higher quality than organic*. Add wine from the
finest organic vineyards imaginable and a bucket of ice cream and I
think I can safely and happily say my body will finally break new weight records going into the new year. I'm hoping 77 kilograms.
*Pure Graze. Have to travel more than 80 km to get it, though, but it's Christmas only once each year (praise the Lord!) and maybe I can find me a piece of wild boar, too. Of course, I also am tempted to not eat meat on Christmas.
*Pure Graze. Have to travel more than 80 km to get it, though, but it's Christmas only once each year (praise the Lord!) and maybe I can find me a piece of wild boar, too. Of course, I also am tempted to not eat meat on Christmas.
December 4 of 2012: Interesting development on Facebook: Someone
actually private messaged me to inform me of an unfriend action. No
personal hate or something, I was told by her. Hmmmm, I guess this sort
of thing happens millions of times a day on any given day on the
Facebook world, but it does sort of fascinate me why exactly people do
this. I do make quite a narrow selection of which people I extend
Facebook friendship to, so gains are
slow and reductions (hahah) do worry me sometimes. I automatically start
thinking I might have been annoying by posting yet another rant or a
picture that is boring or offensive. Or my mug is irritating? Or I
mistreated you? The latter is hard to believe, as I'd rather cut off my
own fingers than deliberately hurt someone.
Anyway, to be honest I don't mind much, because I prefer to have friends who can at least tolerate my weird habits and never question my intentions, which are always well-meant, but due to my not so fluent social skills I am rather awkward sometimes, so that explains my not very skillful habits when it comes down to this thing called socializing.
Perhaps I should visit friends more often or start chatting more frequently. A while ago it dawned on me that if I don't do that often enough, some may start thinking I dislike them. Well, if I really dislike someone, you'll notice :) and you certainly won't find me as one of your Facebook friends.
I could also, instead of taking risks by posting some of my thoughts online, focus on posting pictures of kittens and puppies and stuff like that, which seems like a safe bet to keep friends these days :)
Here's an idea: I bought chicken, but it can only be heated up in an oven, which I don't have. How dumb of me to buy the chicken. I should read the label better. If someone has an oven I can use briefly, I could warm up my chicken, you can have half and then I'd be very happy.
Anyway, to be honest I don't mind much, because I prefer to have friends who can at least tolerate my weird habits and never question my intentions, which are always well-meant, but due to my not so fluent social skills I am rather awkward sometimes, so that explains my not very skillful habits when it comes down to this thing called socializing.
Perhaps I should visit friends more often or start chatting more frequently. A while ago it dawned on me that if I don't do that often enough, some may start thinking I dislike them. Well, if I really dislike someone, you'll notice :) and you certainly won't find me as one of your Facebook friends.
I could also, instead of taking risks by posting some of my thoughts online, focus on posting pictures of kittens and puppies and stuff like that, which seems like a safe bet to keep friends these days :)
Here's an idea: I bought chicken, but it can only be heated up in an oven, which I don't have. How dumb of me to buy the chicken. I should read the label better. If someone has an oven I can use briefly, I could warm up my chicken, you can have half and then I'd be very happy.
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