I learned a useful thing this week when researching the origin of Quince Cheese. It all rests on the definition of the word cheese, which includes
Cheese:
A mass of pomace, or ground apples, pressed together in the form of a cheese.
From now on, every time I fuck up my jam making and make it so hard that you can barely stick a knife into it, I will declare it to be cheese. I have 5 kilogrammes of plum cheese in the cupboard, I am happy about this.
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Apart from the rather cryptic “She made me tea.” posted at 06:43 on August the 18th, 2003 and a prior posting on March the 20th, 2002 at 01:29 which simply said “Poo” (my considered review of Livejournal, I believe) – This is the only thing I ever really wrote in my previous weblog. I figured I should move it over to here anyway.
