Anyway, I discovered that I still know how to make tortillas, and this encourages me. After all, it's a recipe that I hadn't actually used in several months. Well, it's been longer than a few months since I've made real tortillas. Last time I had just made the dough and ended up making a cross between a quesadilla and an empanada.
I think I'm going to try making nachos today, as I have discovered that I can in fact make tortillas correctly. This may be interesting, as ordinarily I make rather thick tortillas, something that would not be a terribly good thing when deep-frying. So, I get to figure out how to make really thin tortillas. This ought to be all kinds of fun, so I'm not complaining.
Anyway, last night I made a pretty small batch of tortillas. Only a dozen, all told. That's a batch significantly smaller than I am accustomed to making, but it ended up being enough to satisfy my craving. I think I'll stick with the same amount for today's nacho experiment, that way I don't have a lot of tortillas left over should things go awry.
I'm still having wicked heartburn, and it's starting to concern me. I mean, it's been about half a week, and it's still going strong. Right now the only thing I can do to make it less unpleasant is to continue cramming food down my maw in an attempt to use the excess acid. At least it gives me an excuse to cook. I suppose there is a silver lining, there.
I'm trying to think if there's anything else interesting that has happened since I posted last, and unfortunately I have not done anything terribly notable or intriguing. Except for the fact that I have made a cat toy out of one of the cats. I was petting her the other day, and she sheds like crazy, so I just rolled some of that fur into a ball.
I chucked it at her today, and she spent the next twenty minutes chasing it around the place. I don't know where it is right now, but I have no doubt that she will find it again soon enough. Cats are weird critters. Either that, or Enigma is incredibly easily amused. There's also the third possibility that not only are cats weird, but that some are much more easily amused than others.
Yeah. I'm definitely getting tired. I have found that my vocabulary tends to shift towards larger words when I hit the point of somnolence. Like that. Why did I not just call it 'sleepy' and be done with it? Innefectual filtering, maybe. Might also be the perfectionist in me striving for precision over generality. Or it might be because when I am tired I start being a pretentious douchebag.
I don't know. I would say that this is something which needs to be tested, but I don't want to risk alienating friends by being a dick when I'm sleepy. That would be significantly less than ideal. I don't know why, but I just had the word 'perspicacity' floating through my head. Such an odd word, considering my current state of mind. Bah, I really shoud head to sleep, as I am becoming wearier with every passing second.
I'll post more later tonight, as I am rapidly losing the battle against losing consciousness. Stay safe out there, everybody.