The search for a blog publisher goes badly. One suggestion made elsewhere was for a site called Lulu but they don't have any sort of blog copying feature, you have to do it all manually. I may be looking at just doing it manually. Doing all of this research into books has given me some ideas about layout and the like, so I could more easily set up a product that I'm happy with. It's still just a massive clusterfuck to hand copy and paste every single post, every hyperlink, and every comment. Well, as long as I'm still unemployed there is still time to consider all of this as I'm not rushing to get it done before I can afford it. So the hunt continues.
It's been cooking a-go-go around here. Kicking off with octopus feast with Heathrow, on Christmas day my friend M came over (walked all the way from South London) and we had cheese and crackers and roasted chestnuts. Then I got more inspired and made mini deep dish pizzas with chopped greens cooked with garlic, chili, mushrooms, wine soaked sultanas, pine nuts, lemon juice, and parmesan. That was put over the pre-baked crusts and some mozzarella and topped with goats cheese and oh my god were they delicious.
And then, just because I could, I made the cinnamon goodness again. I didn't have margarine so I had to substitute butter which wasn't exactly the same. It wasn't bad- but as M said to me, butter has more water in it so it's not as good for pastry and can make things dryer. I think this is a good assessment of what happened, but you'd have to be very pick to be able to tell. No one was complaining.
Oh, and I've decided to try and get a washing machine repair person out before splurging on a whole new machine. The wash cycle is running, the drum is spinning, water comes in. It just won't drain or rinse. When it gets to that point, the program dial just spins endlessly. But to me, this shows that all the key parts are still working, so hopefully it's not something super huge. I read online that if this happens you probably have a clog in the draining. I went through the hell of finding the trap, emptying the water and cleaning out the sludge. This stank horribly and made a huge mess, but I felt good that I cleared out a penny and a small stick and a lot of disgusting gray gunk. But after all of that, it didn't change anything which makes me think the clog is somewhere else. Possibly in the out-hose but after the grossness of the first experience, I'm more willing to pay someone to clean out the other areas. Seriously. I was never cut out to be any sort of plumber. I don't even like cleaning my bathroom for crying out loud. This is enough to make me gag constantly. No fun.
So we'll see what happens there. In the meantime, to get the memory of sludge out of my mind, I'll instead focus on sugary goodness.
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