Life at Chez Improbable
One of the fun things about sharing a home office with one’s writerly spouse is that one never quite knows what level of consciousness said spouse is in at any given moment: deep concentration, a desperate desire for distraction, or anything in between. I caught Mr. Improbable during one of the “deep moments of concentration” a little while ago, leading to the following exchange which I then documented on Facebook:
When he read the entry, Mr. Improbable didn’t even remember the “conversation,” such as it was. Whatever he was working on, it must have been important. The next day we took a coffee break together and I showed him exactly what I meant by non-emulsifying soy milk:
He got it. (And no, this is hardly a Friday style blog. Our camera broke, and I’m waiting on a new one to arrive before I start that back up again.)
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Oh dear. In all my concerns about having an older gentleman friend, it never occurred to me to factor in his rate of emulsification. :(
“The next day we took a coffee break together and I showed him exactly what I meant by non-emulsifying soy milk.”
…if you know what I mean. *cough*
I’m saving that photo.
I love soymilk way better than cowmilk for almost everything, but there are a few things it just won’t do. Mixing properly with hot cocoa powder is probably the most heartbreaking of those things.