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stoutfellowThis could have been embarrassing.
I was in the middle of preparing the cornbread for today's pot luck when I suddenly remembered that I'd used up my white flour. Fortunately, I had left myself enough time that I was able to race over to Shop'n'Save, grab a bag of flour, and hurry back; I finished the cornbread with twenty minutes to spare. (More, actually, but that would have started eating into my time-cushion at the bus stop.)
The pot luck went well, and the cornbread was well-received; about two-thirds of it was eaten, and what remains is just enough to supplement my dinners for the rest of the week.
So that worked.
Tomorrow and the next day: finals.
I was in the middle of preparing the cornbread for today's pot luck when I suddenly remembered that I'd used up my white flour. Fortunately, I had left myself enough time that I was able to race over to Shop'n'Save, grab a bag of flour, and hurry back; I finished the cornbread with twenty minutes to spare. (More, actually, but that would have started eating into my time-cushion at the bus stop.)
The pot luck went well, and the cornbread was well-received; about two-thirds of it was eaten, and what remains is just enough to supplement my dinners for the rest of the week.
So that worked.
Tomorrow and the next day: finals.
