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mishakAfter the Inquisition on Friday, Tricia, Kirsten and I stay up talking till 5 in the morning, I think that last hour is mostly my incoherent rambling about bacon. Mmmmmm bacon. My favorite incarnation of pig, what salty sweet maple-cured goodness. I wish I had a fuzzy bacon-shaped stuffed-animal to cuddle at night. Or fuzzy bacon slippers. Life is bacon.
We get up at noon and I cook up a full pound of bacon for breakfast, I wish I had more. Bacon builds healthy bodies in eight different ways! Plus big fat omeletes and tater tots and toast. It's almost 3:00 and we're stuffed little piggies. It's 4:00 when we leave the house for Harvard Square cuz it's been way to long since I've bought comic books and I need shampoo and I wanna look for a Jaw CD that Addam played at the club last week. Didn't find it. Back to my house, then out again to Super88 to hunt down a durian fruit and seafood that would work on a pizza. Why do Chinese supermarkets all smell the same? There's always a woodsy, herbal, earthy undertone that smacks you in the head when you walk in. It's not unpleasant, but it's there. Like the smell of sawdust and light grease and latex paint in Home Depot, or the musty paper smell of used bookstores.
The lobster, clam and scallop pizza turns out really yummy, but we run out of dough before I can make a durian pizza. I wouldn't have been able to eat much of it, but I really wanted to make one, on general principle. A bacon pizza, now that would be good right about now.
We get up at noon and I cook up a full pound of bacon for breakfast, I wish I had more. Bacon builds healthy bodies in eight different ways! Plus big fat omeletes and tater tots and toast. It's almost 3:00 and we're stuffed little piggies. It's 4:00 when we leave the house for Harvard Square cuz it's been way to long since I've bought comic books and I need shampoo and I wanna look for a Jaw CD that Addam played at the club last week. Didn't find it. Back to my house, then out again to Super88 to hunt down a durian fruit and seafood that would work on a pizza. Why do Chinese supermarkets all smell the same? There's always a woodsy, herbal, earthy undertone that smacks you in the head when you walk in. It's not unpleasant, but it's there. Like the smell of sawdust and light grease and latex paint in Home Depot, or the musty paper smell of used bookstores.
The lobster, clam and scallop pizza turns out really yummy, but we run out of dough before I can make a durian pizza. I wouldn't have been able to eat much of it, but I really wanted to make one, on general principle. A bacon pizza, now that would be good right about now.
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Date: 2002-11-18 09:58 am (UTC)