The next day it snowed, so I put it out under a tree. It was too cold to dig a tiny grave, anyway.
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Perhaps tomorrow, when the snow melts completely, I will make it one. I can't figure out what it died from.I am kind of sick -- there are tissues scattered everywhere. I was a bit miffed yesterday because I forgot to buy chocolate, and when I decided to make cinnamon muffins for dessert (a recipe I've made multiple times without trouble), they collapsed into soggy, hollow messes when I took them out of the oven. Probably because our kitchen is so cold. When I was out of our single heated room today, I saw little tendrils of steam coming off of my skin. Now, I'm used to little clouds coming out when I breathe, but skin steam? What the hell? Must be my unbearable hotness and such. God knows people at Ingles all practically dropped at the sight of my hotness, last time I went to the store -- well, it was either that or my weird combination of skirt, cape, scarves, shawls...
I woke up very whiny and promptly took it out in my dA journal. I've since cheered myself up by turning my pine-needle syrup into an alcoholic drink -- at least, I hope that's what it will do. It kind of molded, so I had to boil and strain it, and then I boiled together some honey, water, and sugar, added that to the pine syrup, and threw in some yeast and raisins. Also, a little bit of my hard cider, so I guess it will taste a tad appley.
My hard cider has turned a bit dry (too much yeast, I guess -- it just keeps fermenting like crazy) so I guess when I make spiced cider, I'll add in a little honey. I like sweetness, so I guess I'll never be a wine connoisseur. I drank a little bit of it today, unheated, and it wasn't too bad despite it -- I like the fizziness (you can see the bubbles in the picture). It's too bad they stopped selling un-preservatived cider in the store -- I should have stocked up when they still had it, and experimented with the amount of yeast.
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