bread for the soul

yesterday we gamed. i haven't played in a dan-run game for a while, nor have i gamed on the weekend in a while. generally i get to have fun blowing things up and/or starting them on fire every other wednesday, during eero's game, but weekday gaming somehow feels constricted by the fact that you have to get ready for work the next morning. it's harder, for me at least, to just let loose.

so it was nice to game on a friday. and i'm glad that it's not every friday, or saturday, because i really like having my weekend days to recharge and slouch around the house in an aimless to downright shambling manner.

anyway, i got home last night and my beef stew, which i'd tossed in the crockpot yesterday morning before work, was smelling divine. i'm not a big beef-eater, but for some reason i was just jonesing for beef stew, and that means that i was probably deficient in something so eat i did. tasty, it was. talking like yoda, i am. yikes.

my sister called not 15 minutes after i got home, told dan to tell me to call my dad. immediately he must have seen the panic on my face because he said, no, she said it was a good thing! so i call, and dad's got a good retirement package and is dancing for joy...yay for dad! yay for mom! yay all around!

so i get off the phone and call my sister. mind you, all the while getting out a recipe for biscuits, finding flour, etc. i call sara and we go over what great news this is. i measure flour. we talk about how wonderful it is for dad and mom. i toss in baking powder. we laugh and smile. i add pepper. we talk about getting together for dinner saturday. i measure oil. and then i realize that i've used the milk measurments (2/3 cup) for the oil (1/3 cup). to add insult, i'm already making a double batch, so i've essentially just forced my hand into making a quadruple batch.

shit.

i had to actually get off the phone before i made things worse, and then add flour and baking powder, and all the other stuff, in droves, just to get the mix correct.

biscuits turned out well, lumpy and thick and homemade. i love homemade biscuits. they feed my soul.