highlyeccentric | I am sneaky indeed

So. Yesterday I made soup in the slowcooker, but the beans didn't cook through properly. So we left it on overnight. I turned the cooker off this morning, but it wasn't until Kylee got up that she noticed it smelled odd. She opened it up, and found a crust of burned soup. This conversation ensued:

K: I nominate -you- to clean that up.
Me: Damn. I was just going to say the same to you.
K: Hah, I got in first.
Me: Then I require you to suggest to me -how- I clean this up.
K: I think you just scrape it in the bin? It should still be squodgy.

I test its squodginess with a wooden spoon, and discover that it stirs up OK.

Me: I think we only burned the top of it! It looks fine underneath.
K: Oh, hey, yeah! It might still be ok.
Me: But I just stirred in the burned bits.
K: But that might taste fine. I suggest we taste it and see.
Me: I don't want soup for breakfast.
K: Me neither.
Me: I'm just going to... leave this here.
K: ... And then I have to deal with it. NICELY DONE. VERY WELL DONE, I CONGRATULATE YOU.

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I was in the British Library today. In the shop I saw a book entitled Ships and Shipping in Medieval Manuscripts<\cite>. I thought of you until I realized that they probably meant actual ships.

AHAHAHAHA

And now that I'm on a real computer that can display more than fourteen characters per line: this post describes basically everything that ever happens in my kitchen.

(I'm not sure which one of us is you and which one of us is K, but I do know which one of us usually does the washing up, and it's not me.)

I am sneaky indeed

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