Friday, December 13, 2002

Last night I didn’t cook. It seems a simple enough statement, doesn’t it?  An odd one, even, for a New Yorker to even bother uttering.  Yet those of you who come here often will sense the wracking guilt reverberating in every syllable. Instead we ate leftover BeefBox and watched a Netflix.  By the end of the year, the Project will be a third of the way done.  I have learned a lot.  Or perhaps I should say I’ve gained a lot.  If I have tended to ramble, I apologize. I’m already having flirtatious thoughts about what comes after.  I mean, realistically, I don’t see what really will.  Another year of blogging – MtAoFC, Volume II?  A friend is lobbying hard for cooking school.  Which would be tricky.  Because if I applied they would turn me down because – and this brings a bitter laugh to my throat – I don’t have any cooking experience.  Professional, that is.  So that means I’d have to go in for a year or two of potato peeling at some schmancy restaurant for minimum wage or less, which means my husband needs to become an investment banker, which just ain’t gonna happen.  I’m gonna start needin’ a whole hell of a lot more than a paypal donation button. Speaking of Paypal donation buttons – youse guys are the best, you know that?  I never cease to be amazed by human beings’ capacity for random generosity to strangers; it seems so out of character.  I will confess that I used a bit of it for the most unglamorous purpose of purchasing new beef for Boeuf Bourguignon, attempt #2, but fear not – I’m planning on getting myself a brilliant perfect truffle for a Christmas gift.  So I thank you in advance. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not much for the whole techie side of blogging, so I don’t have a links column yet.  It doesn’t mean I don’t love you all.  Since my entry is short today, I’ll mention one or two I’ve been reading obsessively: A friend of mine, a regular reader and voluminous commentor – whose name I will not mention in regard for any anonymity issues she may have – has had a naughty story published online.  [Oops, I can't get it up.  So to speak.  But the site is called Cliterati.  It's a UK site.  The story’s in the “group” section, and it’s the one that’s way smarter than anyone else’s.  But you won’t be able to get it if your job has a proscribed list.] And I cannot recommend highly enough the writings of the Real Live Preacher.  Ye who know me know I come from a long line of embittered atheists, and my mother may disown me for this link, but this guy, a Texas pastor with a penchant for cursewords and dark nights of the soul, is the real deal – a beautiful writer and, by all appearances, a genuine, generous person.  Funny too.  I have been enjoying his entries tremendously. Tonight, we cook again.  Until then – thank God it’s fucking Friday. 7:59:08 AM    comment []