I went to library this afternoon because I needed what I call a "dumb read." Usually the books I buy for myself are thinking-books that require concentration and are low on the entertainment scale. They're good books, but the problem is I like to read right before bed. And before bed is the time for mindless entertainment. Not Danielle Steele dumb, just not apologetics or alernative economics textbooks.
I had forgotten how much I love the library. Free stuff, free entertainment, free information, how great is that? Thank you Ben Franklin. I checked out Holidays on Ice and Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, per Allison's recommendation. I wanted to get more but I have to pace myself. I read about 3 pages a night before falling asleep, so it takes me about a month to finish a book. I'm stoked to go back and just get a random book of the "New Books" shelf, like a mysterious jelly donut.
And the chicken, yeah. For the second time in my life I roasted cornish game hens for dinner. However tonight the recipe called for splitting the chickens with kitchen shears. I psyched myself up for it. I'm going to stick those scissors in the bird corpse and cut it in half. Yep. That's what I'm gonna do.
I couldn't do it. I almost became a vegetatrian right then and there because it was so disturbing. I skinned and disected a housecat in high school Anatomy class, but somehow the chicken was different.
I gave up and just roasted them whole like last time. They were still tasty little squabs, split or not.
1 comment:
might as well read for enjoyment. reading should be fun. no need to be a martyr.
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