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Not my gumdrop buttons! - Diary of a Necromancer
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Not my gumdrop buttons!
This looks painful, but then, considering my history with the damned things, I'm all for it. :) Have printed out recipie for future reference, since those yuppie-ass granite countertops out in the kitchen have been whispering naughty ideas about rolling out dough to me since we got here, and much as I tremble at the thought of the me + dough = ? equation hitting Mum's unsuspecting surfaces, I suppose I'll give in to the impulse to bake at some point. After all, nice as the counters may be as a heatproof surface to screw around with yarn on, I'm pretty sure that's not what the designer was really picturing them being used for. (Whether he, she, or it had cookies in mind either is a matter for debate, since the cookie sheets always seem to end up sitting across the kitchen from where it's convenient to plug in the mixer, but that's another story.)

feeling: hungry hungry

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