I was talking with my dear daughter the other day and she was remarking that the weather seemed to her like "earthquake weather" and seeing how she lives in sunny southern California we discussed the inevitable event should it happen. After getting off the phone she texted me about 2 hours later to say they INDEED had said earthquake! That was the Mexico quake that she felt strongly in Redondo Beach. Guess we won't be quibbling about EQ's again. I guess I better not talk Hurricanes now that I'm here in Florida. God just makes life one big humor story that's the tragedy of it so you gotta be careful of what you say on the phone.
Like the day I hand washed my car. What a lovely day it was. Clear blue sky, warm weather, happy as a little clam playing in the water. So God tossed in a rainstorm the very next day. Gee thanks God, you're so funny and cute.
Keeping with the theme, I was looking in my fridge for those fine zucchini to cook for the dinner I was preparing and when I reached in the bag my fingers went right though one. You'd of thought my grandmother already cooked them since she would boil them till they turned useless, tasteless, and soft enough to feed grandpa without his teeth. There was one rotten one in the bunch and of course it made the others feel ill and sticky. I had to toss the lot of them. I forget what the heck I served as a vegetable that night. Maybe I didn't even bother. I was so mad at the lost zucchini souls I had to chuck. Its not like zucchini grows on trees around here.
And finally there were the frozen chicken breasts I was wanting to thaw one night. I wanted to give them a little starter by leaving them out in the plastic container then put them in the fridge when I went to bed. Of course, I forgot. In the morning I had a nice batch of potential salmonella brewing. Bacteria does not die if you bake, boil, fry or otherwise cook. It stays there waiting to make you spill your guts after you've eaten it. I could have loaded a gun with chicken parts and it would have been just as deadly. Damn. Had to throw those out too.
Had I been in a strange mood I could have cooked the chicken and served it with the zucchini then mail it to Jesse James. You just have to have a optimistic view of things to make it work. I don't think Sandra Bullock would mind if I sent her husband a free dinner.
