...that a book designated a Victorian novel should take place no early than 1730. I'm looking at you, Romola.
Also, it's pretty sweet that my boyfriend likes to cook. Right now he's fretting about how to make a sauce for our steak because his usual method won't work with a high-heat skillet. Hopefully he'll end up making his usual tasty fresh tomato improvised deliciousness.
Of course, this means *I* have to cook sometimes too, so as not to feel bad. But it's a worthwhile trade. Especially since his interest makes it so much easier to shop for his birthday and such.
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