Say, when you're eating carrots, and you bite into one and it's not sweet enough, do you finish it? Or do you discard it? I usually discard it.
I brought another plum with me today. It's much mushier than the other one. Hopefully it's ripe. And delicious.
Do you know that I still have not received my very important Halloween costume thing? I wish that I had it by now. The first one was apparently lost in the mail. This time I have a tracking number. I don't know if you noticed, but Halloween is less than two weeks away. And next week is already busy, I have David Sedaris on Tuesday and Guiness night on Thursday and a nice dinner on Friday. So it had better be here by this weekend, or I am done for. And the thing is, there is SEWING involved. The idea was to get this thing done with enough time left over so that, if it looked like shit, I would still be able to pull my Plan B into action. I don't know if I have that luxury anymore.
Eh, we'll see. It will all come out in the wash.
This past weekend I went up to see my parents. We went out to dinner at Houlihan's (I had the Dublin pot roast, it was okay but the mashed potatoes were the best thing ever) and whilst eating, I heard what I believe was a Britney Spears cover of Bobby Brown's "My Perogative." Immediately followed by some godawful cover of the Cure's "Lovesong". Bleah. Actually the cover was pretty straight, which is something to which I vehemently object. I love covers, but if you're going to cover a song, for god's sake make it your own, else what is the point? This was just a watered down version with a watered down singer. Inexcuseable. I wonder who it was, but I'm not wondering hard enough to actually look it up.
Man, and on the way up to my parents' house I got a speeding ticket! Balls on me. I had just left the New Jersey Turnpike (speed limit 65mph) for the Garden State Parkway (speed limit 55mph). It was crowded on the parkway, so I disengaged my cruise control -- I probably wanted to be cruising along at around 72mph. I was coming up a hill, so accelerating, and then as I crested I sort of kept going, because I was looking for a new CD in my overhead CD holder (the Shatner album was over -- it's Shatner's fault!) As I started coming down the hill in all this traffic I looked up and saw a cop car. Fuck. Then I looked down and saw my speedometer wayyy over eighty. Fuck. Looked up again and the cop car was pulling out. Fuck fuck fuck. My heart was beating like a timpani, I knew he was coming for me. And no small talk! Man, he did not talk to me at all, it was crazy. He said he got me going eighty-four.
So, you know. Fuck man, what a big expensive ticket. Should I get a lawyer again, like I did last time? Theoretically I could talk the thing down to no points myself, but I think I am willing to pay a man a lot of money to be SURE I will have no points. Oh well, we'll see. On the one hand, fuck man, I certainly did not intend to go that fast, but on the other, fuck man, I WAS going that fast, and assholes who go 84 on the parkway should get goddamn tickets. At least it'll keep me honest for a year or two.
I was going to say I needed a radar detector, but maybe I don't. Maybe it would make (keep) me too reckless.
So anyway, dinner tonight! I'm cooking up some sweet dumpling squashes. I'm sort of excited about it, I bought them at the grocery store because they looked cool. (Not my picture, I'll take one when I get home). And then I researched them a bit today, and I'm just going to mess with them tonight and I'm excited that I'm not working from a recipe. I usually work from a recipe, unless I've done something several times. Also I'm going to make a Cajun chicken stew from a recipe from epicurious.com. I've never tried it before, but it looks pretty good, and I will improvise as needed.
It took me a while to get here -- and I still wouldn't go so far as to call myself a cook, merely someone who cooks dinner for boys sometimes -- but it's nice to realize how comfortable I've become in the kitchen. I can fake it, I can wing it, and I can fix it. If that ain't cooking, I don't know what is.
Like last night! Last night I made myself a couple of English muffin pizzas, and I put gobs of ricotta cheese on them! I am a culinary genius.