#eventhedogs

Not that anyone cares, but I managed to create a solid by burning a mixture of apple cider, orange juice, lemon juice, and cinnamon. It was supposed to be wassail. And some of the solid appears to have permanently fused with my only large cooking pot.

This is the second time I've permanently fused something while trying to make wassail, as last week I accidentally let it boil over and I still can't get the stain out of the glass top stove.

Which has led to my life-lesson of the month: Glass top stoves were invented by Satan. Take note of that kiddies, let me learn the lesson personally so you don't have to.

Clearly I shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen (mainly because I turn hot things on, pour in ingredients, and then wander off after something shiny, like a good book) and I'm in desperate need of a house husband. Or a cook. Those are probably more low-maintenance and less demanding of important things, like time.

P.S. I just realized I have a bruise on my wrist from pressing it against the computer and doing so much typing today. Just FYI.