One day, I will learn to read!
So, I decided I would start cooking for myself more regularly. Bought some cookbooks and seem to be perpetually buying kitchen things. Today was a food processor and an oil spray thing. Tonight's meal? Barbadian Jerk Chicken... yeah yeah.. home-made jerk sauce.. ha. ha. I went to Barbados once, and I'm pretty sure it should be called Bajan or Baijan or something.. not Barbadian.. but to be honest, they could have called it "You ain't eatin tonight chicken" because after you make the sauce and cut the chicken, you see in the middle of the recipe.. "now marinade for at least an hour".. I looked at the clock.. 10:30pm. fuck.

The past few meals I've made have turned out pretty well, and I'm starting to get a hang of what I actually have in stock so I can plan ahead. The weird thing I've found though is that all the recipes I make say they serve usually 4 or 6. Since I am simply one person, and all my dinner invitations seem to go unanswered I'm forced with two options: eat it all at once, or freeze it and eat the same thing for three days. So far I'm on the three day route, simply because I'm too lazy to go grocery shopping every day.

Last weekend, I went to Houston (well, a suburb of Houston) to see a friend of a friend for his birthday. It was very interesting, I'd tried to post about it while down there, but was too drunk to type fast into my sidekick and the session timed out. In a day and age where people seem to run screaming when they encounter the core of my being, it was odd and very reassuring to meet someone so comfortable with himself, but also willing to make the most awkward person relax. We got drunk, watched his girlfriend sing Hong Kong karaeoke, ate sushi and pizza, discussed computer related nerdery.. and I was far outnerded.. I left feeling refreshed, and energized.

Well, another 10 minutes and I can start to cook my dinner.

-c