Gas Stations, Drugstores, and Buffets
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zesty_pintoChristmas. Is. Over.
You would not believe how happy I am to hear that. You could not conceive how much I am appreciative of that.
I know, I sound like some Scrooge of some kind, but guys: this Christmas month was a marathon for me of learning how to fine-tune my food making and trying to make sure everything was working right while working two jobs. We've been replacing sleep with food and I can feel the progress I made so many months ago go down the drain as quickly as my credit card. Not to mention the six-eight hour drives through bleak weather just to get there, sleeping in a place where I am trying to be considerate since we're crashing at her parents, etc.
Now we get that week where almost no one is in the office and even the second job--which got pissy at me for being 7 hours away from home so couldn't even come to work (yes, on the monday before Christmas which you know is going to be almost completely empty)--should be nice and light because everyone is out.
So where do I begin? How about:
Saturday
We rested on Friday. Sorry, did I say rested? I meant we took care of our finishing touches. Most of the presents were wrapped except for this custom lego stadium we spent a month rebuilding and was impossible to pack because of the sensitivities involved.
We wanted to sleep in because we were heading out early to see Michelle's friends. We instead slept at midnight, so woke up like we were heading to work.
I did though also try to do this rehearsal piece for an audio recording for some company that I didn't have the time to handle the night before because we made it back at 11pm and I was barely coherent, so I sat down and read a 15 minute article from the New York Times on a mic as I edited via Goldwave.
Goldwave by the way is basic stuff that I would never use for editing beyond clipwork, but it is reliable as hell and doesn't use a lot of resources so has been my go-to for years.
Anyway, this took more time than I expected: so far my accuracy placed me at 4 minutes for every 1 minute of recording, so Michelle ended up doing most of the packing. Upon completion, we still had some heavy packs to carry (well for her they were), and then it was OFF TO NEW JERSEY!
Oh wait, I forgot my leftover gummies and chocolates.
IT WAS BACK HOME AND THEN OFF TO NEW JERSEY!
By the way, the weather over here has been warm and rainy. Once you start crossing a mountain though, the temperature difference is enough to turn rain to hail, and then to snow. Lots of snow.
In fact, we had to fight for control on the road at some points against the wider turns. The top of Mount Ellen, in this blizzard-stained zone, whipped at us with winds and large flakes.
This would keep going for miles. We'd scale down the mountain, and past farmland, and then through stretches of road to endless snow, the only indicator showing any difference is the fact that it went from powder to sloppy wet flakes that stick to anything like a watery glue.
We had to stop by a store because SOMEONE forgot a memory card for their camera.
On the bright side, the stationary/UPS store featured a nice elderly woman who lamented the snow as much as us and had a lovely corgi coworker. I paid for my overpriced 16GB SD card (I called the price difference the "corgi tax" and will advocate to Trump to tax us more to pay for more businesses hosting corgis to help us find things and give us service with a pat).
As for the trip over? No traffic, but the roads definitely reflected that we weren't the only ones who thought this was a good idea. I'm happy when things are uneventful and I think it's safe to say that this was uneventful as well.
We visited her friends at Jose Tejas, which shocks me because it's like everyone on Michelle's side raves about this place. The thing about it is that I've been to this place many times because my friends practically went there every other day.
So yeah, we went, I ate my salad the size of my head and reasonably sized bowl of gumbo, and then we went to the Crystal Caverns: this place that felt like a tourist trap trapped in time. Photos and names of families and couples past adorned parts of this bare and very tourist trappy place with animatronic figures with Italian accents, and I admired photos of past visitors adorned in the most guido way possible.
The popcorn finally unloaded from the car along with a couple of pounds of things. Off to Michelle's parents (who had texted us before asking if we were eating dinner when she told her that we were going out to eat with her friends).
The house was cramped: the tree, smaller and artificial. Our presents took up twice the space of the gifts already there and there was now enough that we could have replaced the tree with presents to displace as much space if not more. We stayed up late, tired but still not tired enough, until finally collapsing.
Sunday
I holed up and played Breath of The Wild and then we were thinking of what to do. She mentioned H Mart and I agreed, along with visiting someone from home just to say hi and do a dropoff.
So we went off to H Mart! God damn it we went to H Mart and it was as fun as you would expect a drive through congested traffic would be but, damn it, we did it! Found some cheap bulgogi beef on sale, got some more marinated pork, and couldn't find Japanese kitkats which have eluded us over and over again like some sort of secret we just aren't allowed to know about.
Our trip to our friend's... took us to a house that sold.
To be fair, we only really talk once a year, so yeah, but at the same time we were surprised.
Oh well, back home then!
Monday
Michelle is not very comfortable sleeping at her parents, and I don't disagree. The awkwardness for me is sneaking out at night to use the restroom and trying not to make noise as I sneak across a hallway trapped with many hidden creaks lying in wait to groan out noises.
I slapped my forehead when Michelle realized that we forgot soccer balls for the stadium we made for them. We went to B&N when we realized that there is a set out there now that does have a soccer ball! It came with some hot dogs, a soccer chart, water cooler, so we added those to the setup.
We visited my parents, as I called out at work for the second job, who were already aware that I was in NJ and had no way around this and who would not accept my offers to work on alternate days (apparently, it's illegal for me to work on Christmas and I can't volunteer to work that day), so I took some tongue lashing about it and went on with life--I still felt guilty through the day though, though I know it wasn't worth being concerned about because there's almost never anyone in administrative offices on a Monday before christmas and I would seriously have stayed just because it was basically being paid for a free day.
My parents were happy to see us. Michelle Cricut'd a card for my parents which amazed them at the quality of it for something homemade. We also put in 500 dollars which required a trip to CVS.
Michelle's mom gave us an orchid to give her and she loved it.
My brother, who has now resorted to treating his feet in some sort of acetate bath to stave off bleeding, seemed well enough too. I gave him the signed Kupperman print of which I had two and forced him to roulette choose (I initially bought one from the first batch of prints he had and then saw what he was offering from his second collection and found something even better). He ended up getting the better one in the process. "I'll need to get a frame," he said, to my own chagrin for forgetting.
I found out the Oreo rabbit and his buddy had kids and apparently were removed from the atrium, potentially for fighting with a dog. Oreo's a bit of a roughneck despite how sweet he is to our parents, so I'm not surprised though she is sad that they're now gone. Personally, I think people who live around there tend to be narcissistic as all hell too, so anything that inconveniences them becomes an instant quest for pettiness.
We took a trip to eat out, so it was a shabu shabu buffet. Good god, these things are insane. Choose your broth, then choose the meats you want, then grab and plate and choose vegetables, noodles, and other victuals. Then choose the dipping sauces for the things you put in it. It's like the ultimate customization experience. We barely even touched the meat because of all the other things available.
Okay, back to my parents, where she made us take selfies, and gave us her batch of galbi (the original as far as I'm concerned!) to give to Michelle's parents and then off to Michelle's again where the line of presents was even longer than ever.
As per her parents' tradition, we dined on fish as a sort of Lent. I like fish, so I felt nothing different from it. Plus it helps that they know how to cook. I was so freaking full though and I still feel like I'm full from it.
They like to stay up until midnight to open presents, so as Michelle's brother would eventually come and we all awaited the January delivery of the child, the topic of marriage came again and Michelle remarked that if they want to pay for it, then fine and, surprisingly, they said they would.
Apparently, her cousin getting married to some guy so quickly just made everyone want to push us getting the knot tied, so now I have to go ring hunting and we'll see about eloping this year, hah.
Soon enough, it became-
Tuesday
Michelle's grandfather got a bunch of legos. We got him a ship in a bottle Lego kit, in fact.
Michelle's grandmother got clothes and luggage. We got her a Vera Bradley purple bag, which is amazing because we never planned this. When we left, she was already planning on using it to carry things to her relatives in Delaware.
Michelle's father picked up a bunch of things, including a Santa suit for her future grandson. We brought him the customized lego foosball field which we built from two different scraps and some part hunts and customized pieces including the Portugal soccer team, which he really liked (at least Michelle thinks so).
Michelle's brother and sister-in-law received a bunch of baby things, including a rocking goat ("they should have called it a rockabilly!" I realized), and our gift was a number of board games: the presidentapocalypse edition of "Dear Leader" (think of a game where you are the leader of North Korea, now think of playing it as though you are president Trump); Azul, the tile point collecting game; Reef, the reef building contraption game; and two children's books that are for adults, the Awkward Moments Children's Bible and one of those "Go the F* to Sleep" styled books. Michelle thinks those went well too.
I can't remember what Michelle's mother received, but it included tickets to the Lion King. Since we shared our gift with the husband, we included more tracks for his lego train and the Christmas station this time.
Michelle told me that I would like the gift she got me and I kept teasing her about it by either asking her how she managed to afford a fullframe camera body or a Carl Zeiss lens with our budget, so as I opened it, I stared at her and felt my way through it. As I felt the size and specs of the box, I told her, "It's a Nintendo Switch."
"What kind?" She said as she was laughing.
I looked and it was the Let's Go edition of the Nintendo Switch. I think it was her subtle way of saying I needed to stop playing with her console, along with a physical copy of BoTW, a screen protector, and SD card.
I also received an Amazon gift card (the best gift, as it gives me an excuse to buy #10 cans of freeze dried beef!), a set of bowls that can be kept cold (in my mind that means I can use it to hack double boiling chocolate or make ice cream, so I can macguyver the hell out of this thing), as well as an electric grill (we can have Korean barbecue in the house!).
I was surprised because I've never been that amazed at the gifts I would get; some of it is great, but most of it I didn't really need. This time around I put a lot of time into it and was hunting around since June, so I was glad to get something with genuine utility for me (which I know sounds selfish but I always get frustrated at how little I can use some of these things).
Anyway, Michelle opened her gifts and while I can barely remember what she got beyond a Nespresso milk frother and a large sampler of cartridges, I remember her opening two unmarked cardboard boxes I got her that included a mini Playstation (she didn't know I bought this on preorder the moment I saw it), a Reductress day calendar I got her, and 8 of those Harry Potter minifigs that I bought so I could get free shipping and lay away from Lego.
The second box contained the Hogwarts Lego set. Like the deluxe gigantic one that includes all the rooms from the past films and is so big that it uses tiny Harry Potter figures just to fit them all. The thing by the way is pretty heavy for a Lego set. Michelle didn't know what to say, but I also did it for my own subtle point: she complained every so often about how I don't build sets because I worry about room, but now I made my point by giving her a set she'd really like to make but we absolutely have no room to build, ha!
Michelle's sister, which seemed saved for last, centered on her newfound passion for baking. Her parents and brother and sister in law saved up and got her a KitchenAid, those gigantic deluxe ones that me and Michelle hauled all over NYC that one day during Thanksgiving and that I still laugh about when we talk about how insane it was. We got her this chocolate pen and a bunch of refills so she could write with it and we forgot about getting this for her back during Toys R Us's closing, but then realized that we could get her a food airbrush (we were contemplating getting her one when we saw it and then during Thanksgiving she mentioned wanting it so we knew we had to get it). She was very happy with it, even with the Reductress calendar that was included too since it had a style of humor she would appreciate.
Then there was one more gift for her that admitted she's the new child's godmother and she broke down. It was a sweet moment.
Afterwards, Michelle's grandmother gave us some things and she was pretty on-point with them this time. I got a mock turtleneck in charcoal tones, which is awesome.
I slept well that night, waking up by 11am.
Our trip back was full of food, apparently as I think her family wanted us to stay but knew we have work today. The fridge, that we had managed to empty out, is now full of food again. We'll be good for a week at minimum. I'm honestly looking forward to trying to force my diet down harder again now that we have months before returning to her parents and their garden of endless culinary delights and now that I don't have to spend my free time obsessing and taste testing every experiment.
Out trip out during Christmas Day, by the way, was full of nearly empty streets beyond the errant gas station with restrooms made utterly gross from being woefully undermanned, a few defiant open drugstores that seem manned by one soul that drew the short straw and is busy moving pallets of Valentine's Day candy, and crowded Chinese buffets that defied the quiet of the day and profited from this as families and travelers in search of food gorged on dumplings, sliced duck, and sushi. Hopefully the final feast before we return to teaching our bodies the meaning of famine.
We also made a record time return home at 6pm, around which time Michelle called her parents to the fanfare of drunken revelry. I don't think I'll ever get used to that.
It wasn't all lost though, as I learned a lot these past few months. I'm interested in seeing about making some better gummies in time, though, and I definitely know I can do better chocolate.
When it's February, I'm chocolate hunting again and I'm going to mix the fancy dark with the semisweet and turn some Goya wafers into homemade kitkats. "Homemade" being a relative word, I know.
I'll have photos to share tomorrow; we came home the other day and I spent my time charging the Switch and relaxing for once with Michelle, who was happy to have time with just me again as well. It feels nice.
Hoping the second job will be light too.
You would not believe how happy I am to hear that. You could not conceive how much I am appreciative of that.
I know, I sound like some Scrooge of some kind, but guys: this Christmas month was a marathon for me of learning how to fine-tune my food making and trying to make sure everything was working right while working two jobs. We've been replacing sleep with food and I can feel the progress I made so many months ago go down the drain as quickly as my credit card. Not to mention the six-eight hour drives through bleak weather just to get there, sleeping in a place where I am trying to be considerate since we're crashing at her parents, etc.
Now we get that week where almost no one is in the office and even the second job--which got pissy at me for being 7 hours away from home so couldn't even come to work (yes, on the monday before Christmas which you know is going to be almost completely empty)--should be nice and light because everyone is out.
So where do I begin? How about:
Saturday
We rested on Friday. Sorry, did I say rested? I meant we took care of our finishing touches. Most of the presents were wrapped except for this custom lego stadium we spent a month rebuilding and was impossible to pack because of the sensitivities involved.
We wanted to sleep in because we were heading out early to see Michelle's friends. We instead slept at midnight, so woke up like we were heading to work.
I did though also try to do this rehearsal piece for an audio recording for some company that I didn't have the time to handle the night before because we made it back at 11pm and I was barely coherent, so I sat down and read a 15 minute article from the New York Times on a mic as I edited via Goldwave.
Goldwave by the way is basic stuff that I would never use for editing beyond clipwork, but it is reliable as hell and doesn't use a lot of resources so has been my go-to for years.
Anyway, this took more time than I expected: so far my accuracy placed me at 4 minutes for every 1 minute of recording, so Michelle ended up doing most of the packing. Upon completion, we still had some heavy packs to carry (well for her they were), and then it was OFF TO NEW JERSEY!
Oh wait, I forgot my leftover gummies and chocolates.
IT WAS BACK HOME AND THEN OFF TO NEW JERSEY!
By the way, the weather over here has been warm and rainy. Once you start crossing a mountain though, the temperature difference is enough to turn rain to hail, and then to snow. Lots of snow.
In fact, we had to fight for control on the road at some points against the wider turns. The top of Mount Ellen, in this blizzard-stained zone, whipped at us with winds and large flakes.
This would keep going for miles. We'd scale down the mountain, and past farmland, and then through stretches of road to endless snow, the only indicator showing any difference is the fact that it went from powder to sloppy wet flakes that stick to anything like a watery glue.
We had to stop by a store because SOMEONE forgot a memory card for their camera.
On the bright side, the stationary/UPS store featured a nice elderly woman who lamented the snow as much as us and had a lovely corgi coworker. I paid for my overpriced 16GB SD card (I called the price difference the "corgi tax" and will advocate to Trump to tax us more to pay for more businesses hosting corgis to help us find things and give us service with a pat).
As for the trip over? No traffic, but the roads definitely reflected that we weren't the only ones who thought this was a good idea. I'm happy when things are uneventful and I think it's safe to say that this was uneventful as well.
We visited her friends at Jose Tejas, which shocks me because it's like everyone on Michelle's side raves about this place. The thing about it is that I've been to this place many times because my friends practically went there every other day.
So yeah, we went, I ate my salad the size of my head and reasonably sized bowl of gumbo, and then we went to the Crystal Caverns: this place that felt like a tourist trap trapped in time. Photos and names of families and couples past adorned parts of this bare and very tourist trappy place with animatronic figures with Italian accents, and I admired photos of past visitors adorned in the most guido way possible.
The popcorn finally unloaded from the car along with a couple of pounds of things. Off to Michelle's parents (who had texted us before asking if we were eating dinner when she told her that we were going out to eat with her friends).
The house was cramped: the tree, smaller and artificial. Our presents took up twice the space of the gifts already there and there was now enough that we could have replaced the tree with presents to displace as much space if not more. We stayed up late, tired but still not tired enough, until finally collapsing.
Sunday
I holed up and played Breath of The Wild and then we were thinking of what to do. She mentioned H Mart and I agreed, along with visiting someone from home just to say hi and do a dropoff.
So we went off to H Mart! God damn it we went to H Mart and it was as fun as you would expect a drive through congested traffic would be but, damn it, we did it! Found some cheap bulgogi beef on sale, got some more marinated pork, and couldn't find Japanese kitkats which have eluded us over and over again like some sort of secret we just aren't allowed to know about.
Our trip to our friend's... took us to a house that sold.
To be fair, we only really talk once a year, so yeah, but at the same time we were surprised.
Oh well, back home then!
Monday
Michelle is not very comfortable sleeping at her parents, and I don't disagree. The awkwardness for me is sneaking out at night to use the restroom and trying not to make noise as I sneak across a hallway trapped with many hidden creaks lying in wait to groan out noises.
I slapped my forehead when Michelle realized that we forgot soccer balls for the stadium we made for them. We went to B&N when we realized that there is a set out there now that does have a soccer ball! It came with some hot dogs, a soccer chart, water cooler, so we added those to the setup.
We visited my parents, as I called out at work for the second job, who were already aware that I was in NJ and had no way around this and who would not accept my offers to work on alternate days (apparently, it's illegal for me to work on Christmas and I can't volunteer to work that day), so I took some tongue lashing about it and went on with life--I still felt guilty through the day though, though I know it wasn't worth being concerned about because there's almost never anyone in administrative offices on a Monday before christmas and I would seriously have stayed just because it was basically being paid for a free day.
My parents were happy to see us. Michelle Cricut'd a card for my parents which amazed them at the quality of it for something homemade. We also put in 500 dollars which required a trip to CVS.
Michelle's mom gave us an orchid to give her and she loved it.
My brother, who has now resorted to treating his feet in some sort of acetate bath to stave off bleeding, seemed well enough too. I gave him the signed Kupperman print of which I had two and forced him to roulette choose (I initially bought one from the first batch of prints he had and then saw what he was offering from his second collection and found something even better). He ended up getting the better one in the process. "I'll need to get a frame," he said, to my own chagrin for forgetting.
I found out the Oreo rabbit and his buddy had kids and apparently were removed from the atrium, potentially for fighting with a dog. Oreo's a bit of a roughneck despite how sweet he is to our parents, so I'm not surprised though she is sad that they're now gone. Personally, I think people who live around there tend to be narcissistic as all hell too, so anything that inconveniences them becomes an instant quest for pettiness.
We took a trip to eat out, so it was a shabu shabu buffet. Good god, these things are insane. Choose your broth, then choose the meats you want, then grab and plate and choose vegetables, noodles, and other victuals. Then choose the dipping sauces for the things you put in it. It's like the ultimate customization experience. We barely even touched the meat because of all the other things available.
Okay, back to my parents, where she made us take selfies, and gave us her batch of galbi (the original as far as I'm concerned!) to give to Michelle's parents and then off to Michelle's again where the line of presents was even longer than ever.
As per her parents' tradition, we dined on fish as a sort of Lent. I like fish, so I felt nothing different from it. Plus it helps that they know how to cook. I was so freaking full though and I still feel like I'm full from it.
They like to stay up until midnight to open presents, so as Michelle's brother would eventually come and we all awaited the January delivery of the child, the topic of marriage came again and Michelle remarked that if they want to pay for it, then fine and, surprisingly, they said they would.
Apparently, her cousin getting married to some guy so quickly just made everyone want to push us getting the knot tied, so now I have to go ring hunting and we'll see about eloping this year, hah.
Soon enough, it became-
Tuesday
Michelle's grandfather got a bunch of legos. We got him a ship in a bottle Lego kit, in fact.
Michelle's grandmother got clothes and luggage. We got her a Vera Bradley purple bag, which is amazing because we never planned this. When we left, she was already planning on using it to carry things to her relatives in Delaware.
Michelle's father picked up a bunch of things, including a Santa suit for her future grandson. We brought him the customized lego foosball field which we built from two different scraps and some part hunts and customized pieces including the Portugal soccer team, which he really liked (at least Michelle thinks so).
Michelle's brother and sister-in-law received a bunch of baby things, including a rocking goat ("they should have called it a rockabilly!" I realized), and our gift was a number of board games: the presidentapocalypse edition of "Dear Leader" (think of a game where you are the leader of North Korea, now think of playing it as though you are president Trump); Azul, the tile point collecting game; Reef, the reef building contraption game; and two children's books that are for adults, the Awkward Moments Children's Bible and one of those "Go the F* to Sleep" styled books. Michelle thinks those went well too.
I can't remember what Michelle's mother received, but it included tickets to the Lion King. Since we shared our gift with the husband, we included more tracks for his lego train and the Christmas station this time.
Michelle told me that I would like the gift she got me and I kept teasing her about it by either asking her how she managed to afford a fullframe camera body or a Carl Zeiss lens with our budget, so as I opened it, I stared at her and felt my way through it. As I felt the size and specs of the box, I told her, "It's a Nintendo Switch."
"What kind?" She said as she was laughing.
I looked and it was the Let's Go edition of the Nintendo Switch. I think it was her subtle way of saying I needed to stop playing with her console, along with a physical copy of BoTW, a screen protector, and SD card.
I also received an Amazon gift card (the best gift, as it gives me an excuse to buy #10 cans of freeze dried beef!), a set of bowls that can be kept cold (in my mind that means I can use it to hack double boiling chocolate or make ice cream, so I can macguyver the hell out of this thing), as well as an electric grill (we can have Korean barbecue in the house!).
I was surprised because I've never been that amazed at the gifts I would get; some of it is great, but most of it I didn't really need. This time around I put a lot of time into it and was hunting around since June, so I was glad to get something with genuine utility for me (which I know sounds selfish but I always get frustrated at how little I can use some of these things).
Anyway, Michelle opened her gifts and while I can barely remember what she got beyond a Nespresso milk frother and a large sampler of cartridges, I remember her opening two unmarked cardboard boxes I got her that included a mini Playstation (she didn't know I bought this on preorder the moment I saw it), a Reductress day calendar I got her, and 8 of those Harry Potter minifigs that I bought so I could get free shipping and lay away from Lego.
The second box contained the Hogwarts Lego set. Like the deluxe gigantic one that includes all the rooms from the past films and is so big that it uses tiny Harry Potter figures just to fit them all. The thing by the way is pretty heavy for a Lego set. Michelle didn't know what to say, but I also did it for my own subtle point: she complained every so often about how I don't build sets because I worry about room, but now I made my point by giving her a set she'd really like to make but we absolutely have no room to build, ha!
Michelle's sister, which seemed saved for last, centered on her newfound passion for baking. Her parents and brother and sister in law saved up and got her a KitchenAid, those gigantic deluxe ones that me and Michelle hauled all over NYC that one day during Thanksgiving and that I still laugh about when we talk about how insane it was. We got her this chocolate pen and a bunch of refills so she could write with it and we forgot about getting this for her back during Toys R Us's closing, but then realized that we could get her a food airbrush (we were contemplating getting her one when we saw it and then during Thanksgiving she mentioned wanting it so we knew we had to get it). She was very happy with it, even with the Reductress calendar that was included too since it had a style of humor she would appreciate.
Then there was one more gift for her that admitted she's the new child's godmother and she broke down. It was a sweet moment.
Afterwards, Michelle's grandmother gave us some things and she was pretty on-point with them this time. I got a mock turtleneck in charcoal tones, which is awesome.
I slept well that night, waking up by 11am.
Our trip back was full of food, apparently as I think her family wanted us to stay but knew we have work today. The fridge, that we had managed to empty out, is now full of food again. We'll be good for a week at minimum. I'm honestly looking forward to trying to force my diet down harder again now that we have months before returning to her parents and their garden of endless culinary delights and now that I don't have to spend my free time obsessing and taste testing every experiment.
Out trip out during Christmas Day, by the way, was full of nearly empty streets beyond the errant gas station with restrooms made utterly gross from being woefully undermanned, a few defiant open drugstores that seem manned by one soul that drew the short straw and is busy moving pallets of Valentine's Day candy, and crowded Chinese buffets that defied the quiet of the day and profited from this as families and travelers in search of food gorged on dumplings, sliced duck, and sushi. Hopefully the final feast before we return to teaching our bodies the meaning of famine.
We also made a record time return home at 6pm, around which time Michelle called her parents to the fanfare of drunken revelry. I don't think I'll ever get used to that.
It wasn't all lost though, as I learned a lot these past few months. I'm interested in seeing about making some better gummies in time, though, and I definitely know I can do better chocolate.
When it's February, I'm chocolate hunting again and I'm going to mix the fancy dark with the semisweet and turn some Goya wafers into homemade kitkats. "Homemade" being a relative word, I know.
I'll have photos to share tomorrow; we came home the other day and I spent my time charging the Switch and relaxing for once with Michelle, who was happy to have time with just me again as well. It feels nice.
Hoping the second job will be light too.
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