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Have you ever added an egg to something that was too hot* without tempering? And then you end up with a nice goo of some sort with strands of scrambled egg instead of the cohesive substance you were hoping for? Yeah. That's how my brain feels today. I just have so much stuff on my mind (doesn't that sound pretentious? To tell the truth, it's all stuff like "scrub toilet" and "paint computer room" and "buy laundry detergent") that I can't concentrate on anything for very long. Nothing is holding together, and apparently, following my analogy, there are also lumpy bits of egg in my brain. Okay, no one award me a literary award for the best use of a metaphor here, but maybe you get the point. I am feeling far too random for my life today.
*I haven't actually had this happen but they talk about it constantly on FoodTV so I am assuming that it a national epidemic of previously unheard-of proportions. Maybe I should have used an analogy about a dairy-based sauce that breaks apart because it gets too hot, and then it still tastes good but it looks like spoilt milk and although you are embarrassed to serve it, but it's far too late to start over. You know, that would make more sense anyway. So, my brain is not like an untempered egg dish, it is a broken dairy sauce. Maybe over chicken. Can you tell that I'm writing this just before lunchtime? I AM SO HUNGRY. And now I am thinking fondly of my favorite such breaking sauce. It's a dilemma--a baked chicken with a sour cream, garlic and cheese sauce that will taste good but break apart a bit when you use low-fat sour cream, or one that will be very pretty and clog your arteries. WHAT TO DO?
My husband is too busy to email me today, but no worries, I am still feeling the love from Robert, my thrifty German boyfriend. He sends me the most considerate emails about where to buy the cheapest Rolexes! The coolest thing about those watches is that they are powered by a short email address! Is that not amazing technology? I have no idea how it works but Robert is really smart.
I know, I know. We are sooo over jokes about spam. But how was I supposed to resist a tag line of "powered by a short email address"? That's hilarious!
I wrote the above during a break at work and mailed it home to save time on posting tonight. I say lots of stuff about how I do not blog from work (and since it was a break then I don't feel bad about admitting the above) because it's bad form, etc, but perhaps the real reason is that I am a total nerd when my brain is forced to sit still for too many hours in a row. In any case, we're about to get going on the painting project, or maybe the eating project. Who knows when we'll get the place re-assembled.. hopefully soon!
*I haven't actually had this happen but they talk about it constantly on FoodTV so I am assuming that it a national epidemic of previously unheard-of proportions. Maybe I should have used an analogy about a dairy-based sauce that breaks apart because it gets too hot, and then it still tastes good but it looks like spoilt milk and although you are embarrassed to serve it, but it's far too late to start over. You know, that would make more sense anyway. So, my brain is not like an untempered egg dish, it is a broken dairy sauce. Maybe over chicken. Can you tell that I'm writing this just before lunchtime? I AM SO HUNGRY. And now I am thinking fondly of my favorite such breaking sauce. It's a dilemma--a baked chicken with a sour cream, garlic and cheese sauce that will taste good but break apart a bit when you use low-fat sour cream, or one that will be very pretty and clog your arteries. WHAT TO DO?
My husband is too busy to email me today, but no worries, I am still feeling the love from Robert, my thrifty German boyfriend. He sends me the most considerate emails about where to buy the cheapest Rolexes! The coolest thing about those watches is that they are powered by a short email address! Is that not amazing technology? I have no idea how it works but Robert is really smart.
I know, I know. We are sooo over jokes about spam. But how was I supposed to resist a tag line of "powered by a short email address"? That's hilarious!
I wrote the above during a break at work and mailed it home to save time on posting tonight. I say lots of stuff about how I do not blog from work (and since it was a break then I don't feel bad about admitting the above) because it's bad form, etc, but perhaps the real reason is that I am a total nerd when my brain is forced to sit still for too many hours in a row. In any case, we're about to get going on the painting project, or maybe the eating project. Who knows when we'll get the place re-assembled.. hopefully soon!
