Oh give thanks to the Lord, call upon His name;
Make known His deeds among the peoples.
The night after the murder I dreamed that flies filled my room. I dreamed that they covered the bunk above me, swarming blackly, flying everywhere. I dreamed that fly eggs the size of jellybeans covered the floor and hatched out gigantic vindictive flies. I woke up convinced I needed to switch rooms or hordes of flies would repay me for my sins.
Thankfully I survived the night without additional any insect issues. For breakfast I decided to attempt creativity — desperation being the mother thereof, and I desperately need to use up 1.5 kilos of flour and an enormous container of baking powder. Clearly, it sounds like time for Creative Crepes, which are like regular crepes only you leave out anything resembling a measuring cup and estimate all volumes. I did know that 2 cups = 1 pint, and our kitchen came equipped with a pint glass, so that helpful hint allowed fairly accurate estimation. For tablespoons I used a large spoon, while teaspoons I measured with a tiny spoon. I mixed the wet ingredients gingerly, having underestimated the sheer volume of 2 cups of milk; when I added the wet to dry ingredients, they simply did not blend properly. My vigorous forking improved the situation only a little, so eventually I gave up and simply hoped for the best. …Which, incredibly, happened. The crepes cooked fairly normally despite their lack of vanilla (who would buy vanilla on a trip?) and tasted good enough I ate three of them. An incredible success!