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froggy_dearI made dinner tonight. Like real food. Pork chops and baby red potatoes and peas. And it was really good. I mixed up loads of spices and smeared them on the chops and pan fried them in olive oil. Tators were straight up boiled and the peas were just buttered (er, margerined). I felt compelled to do it. I don't know if it was some strange latent guilt about yesterday's prepackaged thanksgiving, or if I just wanted tasty food. Hard to say. But yum.
Yes. This is unusual. Normally food comes to us a lot more processed than that. I love potatoes. I'm just discovering that I have a strong loyalty to them.
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Also, my socks don't match and it spooks me a little. Like in the "who's foot is that?" way. Only a little though.
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Also, I am posting way too much.
Yes. This is unusual. Normally food comes to us a lot more processed than that. I love potatoes. I'm just discovering that I have a strong loyalty to them.
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Also, my socks don't match and it spooks me a little. Like in the "who's foot is that?" way. Only a little though.
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Also, I am posting way too much.