So it has been over a year now. I think the last post was shortly before the implementation of new filters on the internets at work. Hmmm. No more online frivolity from the desk. It has taken me this long to find time to do it from home.
When we last spoke, Steph had tried to eat some alien eggs. She's gone to France now. Maybe they have cleaner food there. They certainly don't have cleaner people. Moving on...
Here's another culinary tidbit for The Return: Cock flavoured soup. Yep. You hear correctly. I didn't read the ingredients, but somehow I suspect it is artificial flavour. I almost hope it is. But it begs the question: how does one simulate the flavour of dick?
I know, I know, the brand originates elsewhere, regional dialects, yada yada yada. The fact remains, I'm not eating cock flavoured soup whether the flavour is real or not.
And then I remembered reading this pancake blog where the guy made fabulous artsy pancakes for his kids. Some of it was pretty impressive, and it turns out the basic ones are within the realm of my own limited cookery skills. So here's some made up happiness that I do a variation on pretty much every weekend for C and Z.
And while I am far from the bestest cook in the whole land, I make 'em from scratch now and I guarantee they don't taste like
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