Of course, around four a.m. or so, I was wide awake, and craving a cup of coffee. Don't ask me why, because I haven't had coffee at all during this past stretch of self-abuse. I fought it for awhile, but finally gave in and got up. I sat down at the computer for a bit, then Falcon Rob came home from his night at the casino.
We stayed up to watch last night's episode of Jeopardy, and a bit of Mike & Mike before Rob called it a night. I think the last meal I'd had was the Breakfast Jack about 24 hours previously, so I decided to bang around in the kitchen. I finally got my coffee pot brewing, and cooked up some bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns. The hashbrowns turned out better-than-usual, probably because I cooked them in the same cast-iron skillet that I did the bacon in, after draining off the drippings. Oh, and I bogarted some of the minced onions from Rob's spice rack to sprinkle on top, so they were quite tasty.
Sidebar--Rob claims that he's never smoked weed, but brothaman listens to a whole lot of Pink Floyd and uses words like 'bogart' as a verb, so I'm not convinced. And I have no other explanation for his late-night munching sprees, either...
Anyhow, breakfast was excellent, and just what I needed--a good relaxing meal in a comfortable environment (*not* the employee dining room with all the noise and asinine conversation going on). In just a few minutes, I'm gonna go take a shower and get dressed, and get busy running all of the errands on my agenda.
I figure that once I get back home, I can get my spaghetti sauce started and let it simmer in the slow-cooker all afternoon while I take a nap. I almost forgot how much fun it was to be able to spend time in the kitchen--for the past two weeks it's been nothing but sandwiches because I've eaten most of my meals at work. So I'm really looking forward to eating my spaghetti and *not* hearing the Spanish-language tv in the background.
Mikey
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