If my sex life were an alcoholic drink, it would be... whisky on the rocks.
I've got no problem with the Whisky part. In fact, I've been known to say that, because there is bourbon, it's OK that we have to die. I'm not sure about that On the Rocks part though.
Heh, well, anything to stay awake while the bread bakes. I love that bread, but it's an all-day project when you include putting it in the fridge to rise during the day, then letting it come back to room temperature before proceeding. I was quite the little Betty Crocker today. Ever since the Christmas Bakearama I'd hardly done anything more than heat up soup in the kitchen. Yesterday I bought cauliflower for the third time this year in hopes of trying out that aloo gobi recipe, and I was determined that the third time would be the charm. It's been way too long since I tormented the neighbors with delicious cooking smells. So I made up the bread dough this morning and got to work in time to come home early enough to make the aloo gobi. And now bread is in the oven, which means I can have Marmite tomorrow (bread being nothing but a vehicle for salty brown goo ever since I discovered the stuff a couple of months ago). Now there's something to look forward to.
OK, that's enough rambling for tonight. Sleep tight, kids!