All my cooking life I have ignored the instructions on packets. The results have been true bachelor fare. I get lucky on occasion and produce a meal that is worthy of a king. Today I decided that I would reference one of Martha's many cookery books and have a go at making rice. The old approach was to lash a few fistfuls of the stuff into a pot and boil the shite out of it for 15 minutes. Oh how wrong I have been. By following the recipe today I produced rice that one would expect in a decent restaurant. Fair play to me.
In other news, the job is going great and I am learning loads. The commute is a bit of a headache but I hope to save up enough cash to buy a car or a donkey at least. The one good thing about bus riding is that it is guaranteed free time to read/write/listen to music/plot certain deeds, etc.
I made up a joke today, possibly insensitive but I'll take my chances. Here goes. Did you hear about Superman dying? Yeah, apparently it was Kryptonite related. Ha ha ha.
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