Tuesday, October 01, 2002

My friends, I confess to backsliding.  I have committed the sins of sloth and indolence; at least, I must have, although I can’t remember a time in the past month when I haven’t been running around like a chicken with its head cut off.  Because I am failing on all fronts.  In the past week I have failed as a secretary, as a tenant, as a housekeeper, as a wife, as a daughter, as a cook, and, dear readers, as  a blogger.  I have insufficiently cleaned ovens and had my deposit taken away from me.  I have disturbed my family that loves me by moving into a hellhole of an apartment.  I have produced substandard briefings.  I have quailed before the thought of cooking and, God forgive me, ordered Domino’s pizza instead. I will not keep you long here, because I have no food to write about.  Tonight, we eat pork chops.  (Skipping around a little in honor of my mother’s standby recipe, Cotes de Porc Poelees.)  Until then, amuse yourselves reading this great article by Felipe Fernandez-Armesto, who may be melodramatic but is certainly onto something. One last thing.  Bolon is god’s gift to apartment dwellers, and my parents who brought me some are god’s gift to me. 7:52:48 AM    comment []