deadgar @gilmae@mastodon.social

Very slow cooked lamb shanks and barley stew, with a passion fruit honey whisky sour.

I’ve almost made it back from my trip to Sydney today. My travelling companion seems not so lucky. Haven’t seen him since an hour or so ago.

My new keyboard arrived.

One day I want to create my own OS that uses | as line endings.

“One of them is upside down,” I said, and for a brief moment she believed me.

Poutine, inspired by an old Hartsyard recipe book.

That sauce!

Not just one accessible parking spot, not two....five.

I’ve spent my weekend well.

The importance of following the plan.

The weather taking a cold turn has had it’s usual way with me: run down, headache. And I always forget it’s coming until it hits.

Curing with fat and salt.

I vastly overestimated how much coffee I would need during our civilisation’s afternoon. So I am making an awful lot of cold brew coffee,m to use it all up.

Slow roasted lamb shoulder last night equals shepherds pie tonight.

A song the Apple ML algo has decided to place in the weekly “upbeat music” playlist, and is there a more High Goth track in their entire catalogue?

Next week should feature something wrist-slashing off the Pornography album to really complete the cognitive dissonance.

She’s either cosplaying as a zombie or she’s conducting a night raid on the toddler to persuade him to give his poor mother and father a break.

D made masks. I picked the gothest fabric she had on hand.

Draco got caught on the rain. Now snuggling up to the warm laptop charger.

Some more smoked brisket, in the smoker for 32 hours. Although....I didn’t manage to get up during the night to feed more coals in, so the coals burnt out and the temperature dropped. I’m not sure what effect that has.

Guess I’m *not* sitting here then.

She got to have Mr Whippy instead. Good timing. Must remember to tell John that trick.