Words today: 823
Words total: 28658
Reason for stopping: out of steam
Sustenance: Pasketti and tomato bread and ice cream and more tomato bread because the stomach would. Not. Stop. Ravening.
Mammalian assistance: Oh why won't I play with the dog? She's the very best dog, and no one has ever played with her before. Or fed her. No dog has ever been fed in the history of the world. Certainly not just a few hours ago. And she's figured out her rival, because she keeps trying to unplug the laptop.
Darling: Her eyes were wide and black and drowning, like a pool where his feet couldn't touch. Like missing a stair in the dark.
Mean things: Childhood trauma! In detailed flashback! Apparently the characters drew lots to see who got their trauma in flashbacks, and who got it in dreams. Now I just need to figure out where these flashbacks go.
Sourdough Tomato Bread
(Guest-starring olives and basil)
3/4 cup shoggoth
1/2 cup warm water
1/4 teaspoon yeast
blood of Christian children
warm tomato juice (V8 works fine)
1 teaspoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt (mine turned out a little bland--more salt wouldn't hurt)
3 1/2 cups flour
basil and olives to taste
Combine the ingredients and knead--I used the robot as slave labor. The dough was a bit too dry, so I added an extra splash of water and a teeny bit of olive oil. You probably want to mix the flour in a bit at a time till you get the right consistency.
Place in a greased bowl, cover, and let rise 2 hours or till doubled in size.
Punch the dough down and shape. Let rise again for half an hour. Slash the top.
Bake at 350 for 45-60 minutes.
Nom nom nom.
? Just as creepy and depressing as I imagined it would be.
And last but not least, happy birthday hominysnark
! And happy slightly belated birthday ultharkitty