Es ist vollbracht!
Sep. 3rd, 2025 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartSorry for the German title, but for my ears it just sounds more profound than the English "it's done".
Speaking of my unauthentic orange marmalade, of course. Beware the cute little jars:
I wonder how long my account allows me to add pictures. *sigh*
In any case, I did the labelling today, which took long, as I had to cut out the labels by hand, every twelve of them. And they're as small as my thumbprint. Gah!
Then I had kitchen duty: making apple compote, cubing and roasting the dry rolls, so that they'd be serve as soup garnish, then chopping the salad into microscopic pieces so that Mum can eat it, and finally processing the pink grapefruits for tomorrow, when they'll - hopefully - be turned into jam. That last part was brutal, peeling off the white skin between segments and all that; I must have a scratch on one finger because the citrus juice burned it like fire!
The salad didn't get eaten today, after all. When the physiotherapist lady left, we had coffee with the banana bread I had baked yesterday, and we're still full up with it. Ah, well, salad will serve well tomorrow.
As for social life, I had long, enjoyable phone chats with my friends Elise and Ilonka - both ex-colleagues who are also retired. So, it was a good day, even though I'm dead on my feet right now.
Speaking of my unauthentic orange marmalade, of course. Beware the cute little jars:
I wonder how long my account allows me to add pictures. *sigh*
In any case, I did the labelling today, which took long, as I had to cut out the labels by hand, every twelve of them. And they're as small as my thumbprint. Gah!
Then I had kitchen duty: making apple compote, cubing and roasting the dry rolls, so that they'd be serve as soup garnish, then chopping the salad into microscopic pieces so that Mum can eat it, and finally processing the pink grapefruits for tomorrow, when they'll - hopefully - be turned into jam. That last part was brutal, peeling off the white skin between segments and all that; I must have a scratch on one finger because the citrus juice burned it like fire!
The salad didn't get eaten today, after all. When the physiotherapist lady left, we had coffee with the banana bread I had baked yesterday, and we're still full up with it. Ah, well, salad will serve well tomorrow.
As for social life, I had long, enjoyable phone chats with my friends Elise and Ilonka - both ex-colleagues who are also retired. So, it was a good day, even though I'm dead on my feet right now.
