In Consumer Management today, for our cooking unit, we made french bread pizza. My bucket list, my rules, this still counts. I also didn't get a picture (I know, shame on me) but it is basically french bred sliced horizontally, covered in tomato sauce, cheese, and other pizza toppings. The hardest part was cramming four people into a too-small kitchen workspace and our individual issues with trust. Oh, and that knives were involved for paring the vegetables and cutting the bread. Our first Friday in Consumer (just about every Friday will be a cooking day) went smoothly; no fingers were sliced off, no blood dripped into the tomato sauce, and no burns despite the fact that all of us were crammed in this tight space right near the oven.
On a sidenote, on my walk from the bus stop to my house, a stretch of the sidewalk contained a layer of particularly slippery ice underneath a layer of freshly-fallen snow. Naturally, I fell. And then I sat there for some moments on the snow laughing because it was a Friday that felt like a Thursday (that's a good thing) and there is everything to do but nothing due.
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