Made a batch of fudge cookies 3 day ago.
Hmmmmm
For medical reasons, you understand.
Then was told this evening that the stalks and twigs, the refuse I'd abandoned, had been bundled up and gone into the BBQ sauce with pork, alla Nams splendid recipe.
Now, you'd think " so what?"
The "so what" is the carefully planned consumption of hash cookies during the day for medical reasons is suddenly being thrown totally out of kilter by a splendid dinner of BBQ'd pork, baked spuds and salad.
How laced is the BBQ'd pork?
How potent is the sauce?
Will I wake up screaming that "I'm dead" like the last time I over did it?
Fucked if I know.
But I am a bit hungry.
Bugger it.
If I wake up dead I'll let you know.
Cheers.