I Ate the Cookie First
I realized something about myself tonight. I haven't changed much in the last
20 10 years. Sure, I have all kinds of grown-up bling, like kids and a house, but I'm still the same guy that used to mix a can of chili and a couple of diced hot dogs in a tortilla and think I was the Frugal Gourmet. It must have been the hot dogs. They're phallic you know.
Tonight I made the boys dinner. I marinated some organic chicken breasts (no silicone) all day in a chopped garlic and peppercorn sauce and then cooked it in a pan with a few dashes of lemon juice. The side dishes were mashed potatoes and corn. Beverages were served to request.
She left us each a cookie.
For my supper I sang. Springsteen I believe. Then I dumped the rest of the chicken and corn on top of the potatoes, right in the mixing bowl and ate it with a spoon. I wanted badly to wash it down with a beer, but I was out. Instead I drank whisky and water through a straw, sat on the couch and watched a basketball game. This is the part that hasn't changed in case you were wondering.
What? It's not like I put ketchup on it.