Curd'll

This week's Resolution Recipe: (Sous vide) Lemon curd.
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I made my appointment with the periodontist. Finally.

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My dream last night was a middling-fantasy-novel. It started in present-day (for the novel) with the protagonist, who was a middling-aged bitter woman Hardened By Life Experiences. Most of the dream was the flashback to her youth, when she was recruited along with a bunch of other Misfit Orphans to be trained into an infiltration group. There was something about her learning to fly on a wyvern, but the bulk of the dream had to do with the Scrappy Lower Classes learning how to successfully impersonate tradesmen (carters, drovers, and the like) but also Snooty Upper Classes. Which the only sort-of-Upper-Class reject Orphan told them how wrong they were - that Snooty Upper Classes did believe that the lower classes were inferior, but that this also led to an obligation to behave well to them as nobles. Because the Poor Dears Can't Help Being Poor.

It was kind of interesting in the training montage, but not a single original bit in the story.