Here we go 'round the prickly pear

Severe tuit shortage reported. Should anyone have received my shipment of tuits, could they please forward it. Thank you.

I got everything done I absolutely need to get done for tomorrow (when is meeting for Lughnasadh). This means that I have made cake (which can either be frosted late tonight or tomorrow before I leave), transferred the meat from pre-marinade to marinade, and run myself severely negative on spoons.

The meat thing was fascinating, though. (I've heard enough people saying Set and Heru have similar tastes -- to the point of "I like whatever my brother likes" -- that I'm basically making Them near-identical dishes for Their birthday party. This is the necessary context.) I found myself with three onions, staring at them intensely to try to figure out which two were most close to exactly the same size. Thus, revelation: dealing with Heru and Set at the same time makes me neurotic.

I smell strongly of garlic and coriander, and have, sort of incidentally along the way, soaked myself in buttermilk. But that's all done; the next step is moving things around and doing the rest of the prep. (Which will be preparing all of the other dishes and baking those). And dealing with the cake.

It was an interesting edition of Cooking With Cat. "Arthur, stop polishing your nose on the cucumber." "Arthur, get out of the space rack." "Arthur . . . --" *pause to pick up white pepper jar and put it back* Why he wants into the spices I have no idea; it's not like we have catnip in there. He rummages in the spices, scatters them, and then flops contentedly in the wreckage. Fortunately, he hasn't opened any yet, and he only tried to climb further up the shelf once (it fell over, dissuading him from that notion).

I think I'm going to go see if I can reach level 56 with the elf now.

(. . . but a whimper.)

I'd like to get some sleep before I travel.

Next on Cooking with Cat:

"Lennon, you're an obligate carnivore. Get out of the vegetables."

"I will keep running the mixer for as long as you are in the vegetables!"

Failed my 'divide frosting evenly' roll, really, but we will make do.

Now to pack up my sorrows.

Addendum:

"Arthur doesn't want the vegetables."
"What does he want?"
"The pomegranate juice."

Ritual.

I have fed people. This was good. They know they were fed. Food was mostly successful; will probably tweak Set's recipe if I repeat. Will be doing writeup of the food later, because as everyone knows, the food is the important part.

Nimue gatecrashed, which was entertaining; when I'm in Her vicinity I tend to giggle helplessly. It's like . . . I hear tranceworkers talking about the folks they carry being polite enough to take the drunk with Them when They go? She brings Her own.

Tired now. And considering more cake.

Whitney ponders . . . more cake.
Tesla [oneironaut] says, "Mmm. Cake."
Whitney says, "'Mmm' does not express."
Tesla says, "Now you're just trying to make me jealous."
Tesla says, "It's working."
Whitney says, "Yes, and?"
Tesla swaps his last line and Whitney's, calls it done.
Whitney says, "Reasonable."