“trying a smaller batch, with larger spacing, as suggested by Bruce Charlton”: I wrote this on the last one but, it turns out, I had misunderstood the suggestion in several ways. I have decided to call it a happy accident. Those exist, you know.
* nothing ever ceases from happening and that's the problem free spirits? sure, i'll drink them. rules exist for the exceptions. and a rule without one is no rule at all. there are, of course, exceptions to this rule. i challenge your rule of thumb with my exception of toe. do not let them fool you, levity does not come from the levites. my mood? i feel like eating the right (odd) number of salted crackers could either heal me or kill me, or both, either in sequence or combination. not a fan of fleshing things out other than barbecued chicken legs, lamb chops and pork ribs. you want to make the world a better place, I want to consider the lilies of the field. we are not the same at all. a bunch of seed packets past the expiration date no one told the seeds you may have forgotten, but every dry bean in the supermarket knows and hopes he may yet grow into a plant and have children.