Woke up feeling a tiny bit better than the previous three days. Not starting the day with a big headache is a definite plus. Took a nice warm bath while doing New York Times’ Thursday crossword puzzles.
Didn’t do finances as nearly all of the world’s financial markets and stuff were closed. So, I took the car out for a spin. Even though I had no particular place to go, I still managed to get lost. I almost landed on Uranus. Horrors! As contrived luck would have it, an alien* took pity on me and hurried me home. Left me tell you, the current UFO models are sleek and fast.
* = The alien asked me not to give his name.
Anyway, I spent about seven hours collecting sourdough recipes, understanding them, and making my own recipe.
Also bought sourdough things. I’ll be receiving them late tomorrow. They are:
flour-sack towels
banneton or bread proofing basket
6-quart enameled cast iron Dutch oven
bread lame (This is basically a razor blade attached to a stick. You won’t want to meet me in a dark kitchen.)
Then I made Cuban Garlic Bread Soup for dinner. I celebrated with a piece of chocolate cake.
That’s it for today. Try not to get into mischief.
– Paul De Lancey, The Comic Chef, Ph.D.
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