1/28/07
Now the dishes are done and I have opened up the box containing my new toy. The rice cooker arrived on Wednesday and has sat next to Spot on the lovesac waiting for room to be made in the kitchen. It works like a dream. So far I've only made one cup of rice but it came out well despite the fact that I only rinsed the rice until the water ran clear and skipping a step of soaking the rice.

So I made fried rice. At first I was faced with a quandry. I rarely or never have vegetables in the apartment. My eating habits are horrible and they tend to have trouble with the stairs. Fortunately during my Saturday shopping I discovered a frozen bag of peas, corn, carrots and chopped string beans which screamed "ADD ME TO FRIED RICE!"

My ingredients were a cup of rice, olive oil, soy sauce, one small clove of garlic, black pepper, salt and one scrambled egg. Turns out that making scrambled eggs is really easy. I've never made scrambled eggs before in my life.

Dinner ended up well even if the eggrolls were store bought rather than homemade or from a restaurant.

Sunday morning or afternoon I'm going to make french toast. I haven't had homemade french toast for quite some time.

Hot shit! After the food shopping was done I decided to buy an RPG for the PS2 called Rogue Galaxy. The game's not out until the 31^st but I discovered the store had Silent Hill 3 on the shelf! I've been looking for this game forever and now I have it in my clutches.

The Albertsons on south Nevada Avenue didn't have Taylor Ham. I found this to be disappointing because I was really hoping to get some Taylor Ham, dice it up, cook it and throw it into my fried rice. Now the fried rice came out being made of win but I was really jonesing for some Taylor Ham.

Heck, I went to two Albertsonses to no avail.

Dogs have been on my mind of late. During one of the smoke breaks at the Birdhouse while I was running Asbury Park by Night there was a big German shepherd sniffing around in front of the militant black church next door to the Birdses. I went down, whistled and knelt in fromt of the pooch and got a wet nose in my face. On Saturday at King Soopers there was a small Toyota pickup with a camper shell. Poking her head out of the back was an enormous Saint Bernard and a smaller, pale dog who might've been a mutt. Couldn't get close enough to tell since their human was busy saying hello to the pooches.

Plus my photographs of Sunny, a much beloved lab/golden mix, from many years ago have been found and placed near my bedroom bookcase. Also I've been thinking of the large brown Ben bear.

Back home in New Jersey I remember not wanting them to get neutered. Same goes for Rocco. After my experiences in that house, Mom's oppressive personality and other nonsense I didn't want Ben, Sunny or Rocco to lose their balls like I lost mine. Sure it's purely symbolic with a utilitarian and humane motive but I do believe it's a barbaric act.

I have Spot. I love Spot. Spot doesn't like dogs and Spot's the one who talks to me when I'm at the supermarket and when I'm alone at work. Spot keeps me sane.