This was the first time I had an item on the menu. Grabbed the recipe from a book, then reworked it with the tools available to me at Sandcastle. Even then, the execution wasn’t mine.
Too bad I’m not at Sandcastle anymore:
Perhaps, in time, I’ll be able to go back. It was home, after all.
Most of the time life is a fucking pain in the ass that you cannot leave. To do so would mean, well, to die.
But some days it’s quite agreeable. And today was one of those days.
It’s been a while, eh!
I took down the site in a hurry thinking it had been compromised. Turned out it was my phone that had been infected with a trojan. The server had remained secured.
Now it’s a new host, working on top of nginx and hhvm. Seems to work well except WordPress pretty permalinks seem to be a pain. I’ll fix it sometime later.