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I bought a little kitchen scale a couple of weeks ago. Now know: 29 pounds -- 13 kilos -- of apricots, together with a pineapple (for some reason the nice fellow's recipe -- which he carries in his head -- calls for one pineapple no matter how many or how few apricots), the juice of several lemons, requisite sugar (I wasn't there when he measured this), and homeopathic amounts of packaged pectin, makes 15 and a half liters of jam.
And that's about half the yield of my poor, sickly apricot tree.
On another front -- I have reinstalled Sims 2 on the flimsiest of excuses: I wanted to make a 3-d representation of the apartment in which some of the action in this story takes place. I have figured out that moving some details around makes the first chapter funnier. And since it is, in my mind at least, a romantic comedy, I am looking for ways to do just that.
Speaking of funny: I went to the Juneteenth celebration on Saturday. It's not just a celebration of Jubilee (the day that the slaves in Texas learned of the Emancipation Proclamation, which took place on January first), but also an Afriocan-American health fair. And so, naturally, right next to the big nutrition display and the brochures admonishing us to cut down on animal fats, sugar and salt, and a battery of free screening tests for diabetes, high cholesterol, blood pressure, asthma, and I forget what else, there's three booths selling -- barbecue: greens and beans cooked with way too much fatback: macaroni salad: and sweet potato pie.
These of course could all be modified ever so slightly to be completely delicious and yet lower in salt, fat and sugar, but do you think they were? No.
And that's about half the yield of my poor, sickly apricot tree.
On another front -- I have reinstalled Sims 2 on the flimsiest of excuses: I wanted to make a 3-d representation of the apartment in which some of the action in this story takes place. I have figured out that moving some details around makes the first chapter funnier. And since it is, in my mind at least, a romantic comedy, I am looking for ways to do just that.
Speaking of funny: I went to the Juneteenth celebration on Saturday. It's not just a celebration of Jubilee (the day that the slaves in Texas learned of the Emancipation Proclamation, which took place on January first), but also an Afriocan-American health fair. And so, naturally, right next to the big nutrition display and the brochures admonishing us to cut down on animal fats, sugar and salt, and a battery of free screening tests for diabetes, high cholesterol, blood pressure, asthma, and I forget what else, there's three booths selling -- barbecue: greens and beans cooked with way too much fatback: macaroni salad: and sweet potato pie.
These of course could all be modified ever so slightly to be completely delicious and yet lower in salt, fat and sugar, but do you think they were? No.
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