Oh my mama. I almost got burnt by the heater right next to the table. If that had happened I would have a deliciously sexy laceration on my upper thigh.
And I'm finishing up my stash of pineapple tarts exponentially faster than I planned to. Very soon I shall be kicking myself for my culinary folly.
And the worst jadaboohoo of the day would be that I bought a packet of frozen vegetarian mock-meat fillets thinking they were chicken breasts. They taste like rubber, but that might just be because I couldn't read the Dutch and French cooking instructions at the back of the box and I just threw it into the pan in a big show of agak-ness. From now on I will bring my dutch-english pocketbook wherever I go. Especially to the supermarket.
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