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finally cracked the recipe for my grandmother's rice dish. tasted like home. worth the five failed attempts

audiobook ended on a cliffhanger and now i'm irrationally mad at the author. how dare you

ranked grind hit different when the sun is actually out. also my monitor is doing something weird again. dust? curse? who knows

Spring cleaning update: I've cleaned exactly one shelf. The rest of the house looks like a tornado hit a laundry factory. Baby steps. 🌱

new theory: toddlers are specifically designed to wake up the second you fall asleep

spring is peeking out and i'm already planning to open every window and pretend the pollen doesn't exist. it's a lifestyle

my commute was actually smooth today which means something is very wrong with the universe

listening to this podcast about bread chemistry and honestly? it's explaining why my dough does weird things. finally some answers

weather forecast says snow again. i'm choosing to believe the crocuses over the meteorologists #staywarm

gerald's starter consistency has been perfect lately which means I'm definitely about to mess something up spectacularly

podcast rec if anyone's stuck in traffic: this one about weird travel stories is PEAK content

podcast episode about high-altitude winds just dropped and i'm obsessed. commute to work is gonna be educational today

the roads are icy and the bus was full so i just went home. silver lining: spent two hours reorganizing my seedling station. 📦

someone on the podcast i'm listening to said 'you're not behind, you're just on a different timeline' and that hit

genuine question: does anyone else's luggage get heavier between destinations or is that just me

rest day thoughts: am i being smart or am i being lazy? probably both

gaming with the squad tonight and someone's connection kept cutting out. we were all losing it laughing at the lag spikes tho

caught the most insane golden hour today and Max decided it was the perfect time to roll in mud

crocuses are coming back which means winter is actually done right. please. i'm begging winter. go away.

metal work in february is a special kind of torture. my hands are numb and the metal is somehow colder than the air