I made a big pot of soup yesterday, a creamy cheesy leek soup with minced meat, very nice. And then I forgot to put it in the fridge.
I expect I'll survive eating it today, but not sure I'll dare eating it tomorrow still. It was 17 degrees in the kitchen tonight.
I figured I wouldn't have much time to cook after coming home today late afternoon; I'm going to pick up a bunny as a friend for my lonely bunny. The bunny lives very close to the place where I always get my guinea pigs, almost an hour away, so I thought I could get some more of them too, being in the area.
I currently have 11 piggies, 14 is the perfect amount for some unknown reason, so if I get 4 or 5 I should be good for the next year at least
But it looks like I'll need to do some repairs to the rabbit pen first: late last night two friendly ladies knocked on my door with my bunny in their arms, it had been hopping on the road!
So you see, the soup had better not have gone off tonight.