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Last night I made eggplant and chicken parm, and the eggplant part of it was nearly inedible, but we marked it as a qualified success because ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eor thinks we know what went wrong and can make it work better next time. I didn't know that the salt was for drawing out the bitter taste in the seeds, so I didn't let it sit long enough (and I started cooking way too late to let it sit for two hours). The site I had consulted said it was for drawing out the water, and I was like, "There's not that much water, I'll just press them between paper towels a few times. And if the salt is for drawing out the water than I shouldn't rinse it off. Damn I want to rinse it off, this is going to be soooo salty." And it was. Salty and bitter, and it reminds me of the worst kind of fish.
I finally got my brother's birthday boxes compiled, and a letter written to Hawk. Was going to do Eightball's today, but I laid in bed (thinking about a Mike/Psmith story) for way too long this morning. (And didn't get up and write it. I should have, but didn't want to wakeeor.)
I should not be veering off onto thinking about a Mike/Psmith story, I haven't even written Chapter Eight of "Swept Away," which was due at the beginning of this month, and if I'm writing anything else it should be a short Heinlein-style story for this contest. Needs to be fewer than 15,000 words. That's like five of my "Swept Away" chapters. Not much, really, to present a universe that sounds complete, and I need to try to tell a punchy adventure story. That's ... oh god, I'm not ready for this. I can't do it!
eor thinks we know what went wrong and can make it work better next time. I didn't know that the salt was for drawing out the bitter taste in the seeds, so I didn't let it sit long enough (and I started cooking way too late to let it sit for two hours). The site I had consulted said it was for drawing out the water, and I was like, "There's not that much water, I'll just press them between paper towels a few times. And if the salt is for drawing out the water than I shouldn't rinse it off. Damn I want to rinse it off, this is going to be soooo salty." And it was. Salty and bitter, and it reminds me of the worst kind of fish. I finally got my brother's birthday boxes compiled, and a letter written to Hawk. Was going to do Eightball's today, but I laid in bed (thinking about a Mike/Psmith story) for way too long this morning. (And didn't get up and write it. I should have, but didn't want to wake
eor.) I should not be veering off onto thinking about a Mike/Psmith story, I haven't even written Chapter Eight of "Swept Away," which was due at the beginning of this month, and if I'm writing anything else it should be a short Heinlein-style story for this contest. Needs to be fewer than 15,000 words. That's like five of my "Swept Away" chapters. Not much, really, to present a universe that sounds complete, and I need to try to tell a punchy adventure story. That's ... oh god, I'm not ready for this. I can't do it!