cashew | Thursday, December 10th, 2020

I bought some ham over Thanksgiving because...well, I'm not really much of a cooking person and I don't really feel the need to have a lot of fancy home cooking. Thanksgiving was always just a holiday that provided an excuse to get fed by friends (😘😚 to tanithryudo).

Point is, I don't do this cooking for guests unless it's Chinese New Year and I don't apologize for it.

Anyway, since COVID-19 has completely killed any get togethers, I went out and bought some ham because all the turkeys are big and housemate vetoed deli turkey for T-Day. So, ham it is. Heavily processed and pre-packaged ham. Which tastes just fine, honestly. It's not like we were going to be eating gourmet foods anyway in the middle of a pandemic.

Naturally, post-Thanksgiving, I've completely forgotten about it and looked in only today to find...the ham perfectly preserved. So, given the high correlation between preservatives and dementia, I'm pretty sure I'm going to die an unnatural death. Yeah, I'm not optimistic about my chances against age-related diseases. (I'm getting to that age where this shit is on my mind, LOL, time sucks. 😭)

Meanwhile, I have a third of the Avengers: End Game Fix-It fic plotted. I'm actually committing myself to this.
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