Small steps.

So I had some batter left from the two pies (and six tiny ready-crust pies I'd made from the extra) that was in the fridge. At a brilliant earlier suggestion from magistrate, this morning I used it to batter bread and griddle it french toast style.

It was fucking delicious.

That is all. As you were.

PS:

I wrote a small handful of paragraphs yesterday and promptly got distracted staring a pictures of Nero Bellum.

Sorry, writer-self. That man's just so... distracting.