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You're right. I just stopped worrying about the state of the sink, and started worrying about where I can find a kabocha. Do you have any idea
how much I love muffins? The quest is on.


Patry, the last time I saw fresh kabocha for sale in Massachusetts was December at the Bedford Whole Foods. Since I've already had some until just now, I haven't been in the market for more so I don't know if you can still find any. If you can't find it, there's always next year, or other winter squashes.

Meanwhile, I don't know how anybody can ever write anything without muffins. You must have them! They are fuel! What did a clean sink ever do for your creative process that a hot, steaming muffin couldn't?

heh heh heh


Are you kidding? Mindless activities like cleaning or weeding is when I get to think about writing and other issues in life. Of course, that doesn't mean that my house is immaculate -- I don't clean because cleaning is thrilling.

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