So the Princess did some midnight baking and I woke up to a pile of chocolate cookies...
I’m already nauseous, I might as well work with onions like I planned to.
Eff it all. I’m giving myself a nice lunch date.
Time for a break.
Nascent French onion soup.
Lemon-raspberry shortbread with funny hats, courtesy of the Princess and her bestie.
Settled for the evening.
Yes. That makes today better.
Caramelising onions for soup, because that’s how damn irritated I still am with today.
CAMOUFLAGE CHONKY BOI, ACTIVATE!
Saint Bialetti, get me through this morning. (I know the mug says tea time, but it’s the only clean one...)
I write books. All the time. I can't stop.
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