Craving more berries while my legs are still tired from getting berries yesterday. I'm unsure whether there's any decent berry spots within walking distance, and also I'm out of breadcrumbs again as well. Going to get some from the grocery on bike would be an option, but it's summer out there and I don't want to get scorched and sweaty.
>:C
Some people just live wildly different lives from me, and that's okay.
Like.
I am eating cinnamon rolls on my couch that I made from a can for my girlfriend because that's our "high effort" breakfast.
And you're out here talking about picking fresh berries and needing breadcrumbs!? Like, are you secretly also Hansel and Gretel?
I make what I call blueberry mush: 1/4th sugar, 1/4th breadcrumbs, 1/2 crushed blueberries. Every year when there's blueberries out there I go feral for them. Yesterday I had no breadcrumbs left to mix to my delicious blueberry hoard of the day, so I ground up a goddamn old dried up bread loaf end with a stone mortar and pestle for the crumbs. Proper 1800s type of shit. A friend of mine called this "caveman wife material activities."
not even like using a blender???
Don't own one, don't need one. I fucking love my mortar and pestle.
Can you instruct your cottage to walk over to the berries for you?
I live in an apartment building, but that got me thinking: would a six-story building walk like this or like this?











