After a small toilet clogging incident in the morning we had
to get to work to make up our last work hours for this week even though we both
did not feel up for that. We were allowed to drive the big truck about five
streets down to cut grass for the animals, which is quite the next level from
just down the road, and I promptly drove on the wrong side of the road
(realized quickly enough though, thank God). We got a bunch of trees from the
place Judy had directed us towards and then also miraculously came across a lot
of palm tree branches freshly cut just lying in a pile on the ground so that
cheered us up a bit. At home I continued to follow my ambition to make cookies
at least one time before Christmas, a task that continued to prove quite
impossible. First of all, when I got the ingredients, I firmly trusted in Judy
having stuff like flour and honey and so didn’t get any of that, but she didn’t, and so I spent a very long time trying to manually make flour out of the oat
flakes we’d been given for breakfast by very painstakingly crumbling the flakes
between my fingers. I also didn’t of course have an electric mixer, and the
honey that Judy gave me was completely saturated with ant corpses so I ended up
freestyling it quite a bit, not having much faith in the result. The final obstacle
came in the fact that we don’t actually have an oven here, only hobs, and even
though I’d read that it is possible to deep-fry cookies in a pan, my attempt to
do just that was shamefully thwarted and we decided to just eat the remaining
dough as kind of a dessert (it was pretty delicious). We also managed to construct a very lovely
fresh-green albeit slightly bendy Christmas tree with the help of two of the
palm tree branches we found, chopsticks and rubber bands:
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| I always thought the day I put an American flag on the top of my Christmas tree is the day that I need to die. |
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