What is it about elevators that allow them to retain a distinct memory of the aromas of previous riders? In recent days my morning ride down has been filled with the smell of an over-cologner, wet dog and just this afternoon to go to the grocery store? Corn chips–not the smelly feet kind, just corn chips. I’m used to the elevators at work smelling like dirty rotten smokers, but the scents at home are just weird!
As I was on the bus coming home from the grocery store, a woman comes up waving a scratch-off lottery ticket and says, “I just wanted to share my good news, I just won $100!” I told her congratulations and she giddily went back to her own seat. I had to wonder how much she’d spent on tickets, but no need to be a damper on her triumph. 🙂
I’m starting my “At Home Restaurant-Like Week” a little early and thinking about expanding it to a full month. I picked up some Cornish game hens tonight and I’ll try to do something interesting with those and, per some twitter advice, some substantial side dishes. I know game hens are hardly exotic, but I’ve never cooked with them before and a key is that they make for a good sized serving for one person. I don’t expect this experiment to necessarily be full of healthy dishes, but matching portion size to meal size is still important not only for calories, but for boredom. I’m not averse to leftovers, but it would be nice to be able to enjoy a lot of different kinds of dishes in a shorter time span without having to pawn off tupperware onto friends and co-workers.
As I’ve said before, if you think fat people have no self-discipline, consider the fact that they haven’t killed you yet.