*grumble grumble grumble*
I'm struggling to write an De Quincey abstract for a meeting with Ian in...oh, four hours, and all I can think about is
pumpkin pudding. If I had gone into baking, would I spend most of my working hours dreaming of romantic-era novels?
If I get this done, I'm making pumpkin pudding for dinner.
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I also skipped the sour cream (again, I don't keep it on hand) and piled on Greek yogurt, with chocolate shavings.
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You're just jealous because I'm not baking for you :P
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