Friday, November 01, 2002

There’s a bit of a crisis of confidence going on at the Julie/Julia Project.  Last night was Eric’s Spicy Thursday, and I wasn’t even here for it.  While I was out having a girls’ night, Eric spent Halloween alone, eating Wolfman Jack Burgers© -- the real ones this time, with bacon.  In my absence, he ate two of them.  Tonight, I must cook again, and it’s funny, but after just one day-long hiatus, coming back to it is harder.  I confess to a lack of joy at the prospect of Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Plus, I didn’t have a single piece of Halloween candy.  And my cat's sick. Well, we knew we would pass through these vales of tears when we began, didn’t we?  What is the Julia/Julia Project anyway, but my pilgrimage, my 40 days in the desert?  Wait, scratch that.  Make it 365.  Minus 68. And I can’t figure out what to do about this lobster problem.  Certainly I can’t bear to do it tonight.  And doing it on Saturday, before this party we have to go to, seems foolish.  I’m thinking Sunday, but won’t most fish places be closed Sunday?  And there’s the issue of moral support.  Eric is going to be useless here.  I need somebody tough enough to not flinch as I murder and dismember crustaceans.  Maybe I'll make this instead... Thanks to all those who have suggested and supported the whole reality TV show scheme.  I’m up for anything that will keep me from really working.  But jeez, do you guys really want to be able to see me in the kitchen?  All the bleeping would surely get a little grating. 7:32:32 AM    comment []