How will we know if you’ve lived or not lived if you just take this opportunity to desert us as so many have already done and fuck with our heads by not updating the thread or at least storming off in a huff as you proclaim how much you hate us all (except for those who tried to make life better all the time, and bring a smile to your face and give you great new recipes and questions to ponder and all, and you can refer to me as either CWOTUS, or WasCy or CyanoticWasp, either one is cool). Not that you should do that or that anyone expects you to do that, but no one expects the Spanish Inquisition, or for jellies to storm off in a silent huff, either. But they both happen.
In fact, now that I think on it, you should probably eat whatever concoction you’re making at work for lunch or something, because if you eat it and expire at home there in the woods it may be weeks before anyone finds you, and by then all they’d find is a half-eaten corpse surrounded by dead animals in their own various states of un-eaten-ness, leaving a huge mess for some CSI techs to unravel. (Unless you had the critter-cam turned on inside the house, and it was patently obvious even to the CSI: Western New York crew – and who knows how long it’ll be before we see their escapades on television?)
We might never know what happened to you, and coincidentally crash the entire lentil market in North America.
Stop thinking only of yourself for a minute, hey?
And good luck with that so-called breakfast. Twelve-year-old lentils should be okay, but who knows about the things that you’re going to try to cook with them.