Oh, wait... I did.
The crazy thing is that my sacrifice is in the name of pickled eggs. I've gotten it into my head that I eventually want to craft a ploughman's lunch from things I've had a hand in making. I'm a ways off from a hard cheese and/or some sort of sausage, but I've got the other things going. I even made bread today. It's my third ever, and even though I'm still having some trouble ensuring that the seam doesn't open up, it's a vast improvement on the previous efforts. It's pretty even. (Yes, there's a pic coming).
Time to get out of the house, though. I've been very productive over the past couple of days, but I've lived largely in my head. My tingly fingers shocked me out of that, to an extent, so I think I'll attempt to be social tonight.