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Apparently if I'm reheating soup and it's simmering again before the gravy for the pork chop is done, I can just leave the heat on low with the lid on the pot, and it won't burn or anything. I know, sounds ridiculous, but I am not so far away from my earlier conception of the world of cuisine, where there was precious little ground to stand on between food poisoning and steel wool.
In other food news, my weight is back where it should be, and this evening I finally got back to my normal calorie intake. Trouble is, I'm leaving just a wee tad too many of those calories until the end of the day. This is the conclusion I am forced to when I notice that I feel positively stuffed after downing two bowls of butternut squash soup and a pork chop with gravy for the second night in a row. This time I know enough to stay upright for a few hours afterwards so some actual digestion gets a chance to happen.
I fell asleep Tuesday night listening to Wizard People, Dear Reader. What remained of my naïve hopes regarding the efficacy of "hypnopaedia" after reading Brave New World fell by the wayside when I verified that I stopped recognizing anything at a pretty well-defined moment, so it looks like I'll have to listen to it again while awake.
