Exquisite, Ch. 4

Title: Exquisite
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: R for language, sexual content.
Summary: There's a place in Neal Caffrey's head where he doesn't have to lie to himself or be three steps ahead of the other guy, but so far only Peter has found it -- and Peter won't give him what he really wants. Elizabeth, meanwhile, is slowly adjusting to the idea of abetting felons...

Chapter Four

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Good morning! Happy Saturday! Who wants to make yogurt?

Well, I do, so I am. Eventually. Once I get out of bed.

In the meantime, I have posted Chapter Four of Exquisite. There are a lot of dinners in this chapter for some reason, and Neal flirts with the cops. All the cops. It's like he's going for a merit badge or something.

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The yoghurt is yogghing! It will be done in about four hours. This is because the living things in it need time to grow and flourish.

I have never been comfortable with the fact that yoghurt is, on some level, alive. It's not that I am uncomfortable eating things that once were alive, viz hamburgers, but I usually draw the line at eating things that are still alive. And yet here I am, growing something bacterial on my kitchen counter for future consumption.

I guess it's because it's alive and delicious. And doesn't wiggle.

I have also made gluten-free brownies, which have a lovely springy texture to them and taste of absolutely nothing. They are a totally neutral food, despite the large amounts of sugar and chocolate in them. Still, one is supposed to top them with caramel sauce so I guess they're at least a decently-textured vehicle for that.

I am suspicious of rice flour.

Still, my body and I are in an extended three week fight over food: I would like to consume it, but my body has decided digestion is for losers. I've ruled out a couple of other allergens, so for at least a few days I'm attempting to go gluten-free. I have chicken and rice, and the Neutral Brownies, and Rice Chex, and beans, and lots of avocados.

Woo.

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LOL I shoulda hung on to some of that luck.

My power is out. Just mine; I suspect I blew a circuit-breaker. The problem is that the circuit box is apparently behind a locked door; I've never had need to go looking for it before but the randomly locked basement door is the only other place I can think it would be, since it's nowhere else to be found. And my super, quite rightly at nine-thirty on a Saturday night, is not answering his phone.

It's going to be a long, hot night. And not in any of the good ways. See you guys when the power comes back on...