Naptime, again.

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I have most dishes, pots, pans, and whatever else soaking.  I have what of the meal is to be frozen freezing.  The bean soup will just have to wait until I wake.  I'll need to wash the 32 ounce containers.  If, from now on, I do believe I will wash them a few at a time, more as needed plus a few extra.  No rush, this time, so I won't.  Perhaps it wasn't a marathon, and even if it was I didn't win a thing.  That was never the point.

I learned how to make several varieties of creme fraiche, I learned how to make confit... doesn't matter what kind as it all goes the same way.  Though, I must admit to wanting to get enough duck fat and hindquarters to do true duck confit.  Maybe just once in my life, but... there it is.  I learned about washed rind cheeses, and the limits of my capacity for new foods has definitely be expanded... or brought back up to a previous expansion?  When you die hard enough to lose memory you lose some precious parts of yourself.  It would be as losing a physical part, perhaps in ways worse, in ways better.  Anyway... I know for sure I like such.

Oh, and my kitchen is pretty good.  Did I mention I sharpened three kitchen knives last night?  Yep.  I sort of ran out of interest after that.  They seem good.  I'll have to see how well they do while cooking and doing prep.  I'm not sure I got them just so, if I think they are better than they were and not bad.  Cutting paper proves nothing.  These will all do that, though might have been able to do so before... if a bit more roughly.  If I don't like how well they are doing, I may practice on them again.  If they do well, I'll move on to other knives.

Oh, right.  Naptime indeed.  Good day.