Gaming along.

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The game is slightly better, with fast travel sorted.  But it is still... dull.  To be honest, if I had kids?  I would keep them to the dull games, like this.  Where they have to think their way through, choose to use combat or conversational skills, or being sneaky even, to get around a problem.  You can't fight your way through everything.  And, while there are options, sometimes those cost too much morally to allow.  Life is like that.  Though, sometimes, if the option is there, perhaps skipping certain encounters altogether might be the wisest.

The thing is, I have a moral code, ethical system, religious affiliation, and such.  And... a game of this sort is not going to offer me choices I have not only encountered, but had to negotiate in realer terms.  Besides, my systems are... barely able to stay awake.  I need adrenalin and such, action, to help me stay awake, in real time.  But... for now, it will do.

The pork roast is... roasting.  It'll need much longer.  So, I turned the heat up.  At 350, it would take another couple hours.  No!  So, I turned it to 450, opened the foil, and set the timer.  I'll put the potato in for the last fifteen minutes.  Plenty of onion on the roast, and a few other herbs and spices.  I can make a truly pleasant, mild, meat roast... with just a touch of herbs, aromatics, and such, right in the meat.  Not too strong, just... an addition of a little something... like the scent of flowers, or else, just... off to the side, in the ether around one, not so direct or potent as to even be sure it is in the slice of meat.  Just... there.  I have worked on that, and still do.  Adding more variety, or just one stronger near flavor, taste, scent.

As for the chicken?  It is brining, with a bit of sage as well.  I will probably just cook that for half an hour, then refrigerate it.  Drying it very well, then just open cooking it to dry it further.  But, not cooking it fully.  These are hanks of chicken, not pieces.  These hindquarters must have been off those fifteen pound lesbian KFC chickens.  :p  I'm telling you.  I am hoping, doing them this way, will allow the skin to dry this first time, then crisp when being warmed in the oven for a meal.

I just don't have the energy to make a custard.  But it is on my mind.  And, the next chance I can stand, and work, and think, I will make a custard.

When the roast is finished, I'll get the chicken in.  But it will cook at 350, and as mentioned for just half an hour.  Then allowed to cool, get bagged, and put up.  I'd best keep an eye on the roast.  While I have it set to an alarm, I will probably check it every ten minutes or so.  At that temp.  There is the alarm?  Time flies.  Anyway... on to check it.

I am hoping to call my mom today?  No, I just called her?  That was Sunday.  I suppose I can call her again.  I try to avoid her meals.  So... in an hour or two.  Later.