Here we go.
I'm starting this blog as a way to keep track of a new project, and also as a way to pass the time until a big event. See, in... 80-something-too-many-days, my partner and I are taking my mother-in-law to Walt Disney World. It's the first ever trip for them, and the first for me when I'll be old and (hopefully) coherent enough to remember.
I went once with my parents when I was maybe... 7? 8? I'm not sure how old I was at the time, partially because my memory is horrible in general, and partially because I was too busy looking for coins the entire time. Seriously. We were there... a few days, I'm guessing? I remember riding It's A Small World until my dad refused to go anymore, I vaguely remember Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. I got violently ill from a ride that involved a round projection dome and possibly hang gliding? Although maybe my memory is fucking with me and that was somewhere else. My memory is a bitch like that, but I remember sitting on the floor with my head buried in my knees. Mortifyingly, I do clearly remember saying that the day had been AWESOME, not because of the rides, but because I found almost a dollar in change. To be honest, I'm surprised my parents didn't sell me to Disney to be bolted into place in It's A Small World. Those aren't robots. They're real brainwashed mechazombies. True story.
We're also going to go up to the Georgia Aquarium. Because they have whale sharks. And I cannot tell you how much I need to see whale sharks. Seriously. It's on my bucket list, right below petting a Galapagos giant tortoise while actually in the Galapagos, which I scratched off while in college.
Needless to say, I'm excited. We're all excited. I've printed up screenshots of Google maps for directions and hotels along the way. I've mapped out and gotten directions to gas stations. I've calculated distances between towns so I know how far away the next toilet probably is. I've located non-Houston-available places that we want to eat while we're on the trip. I'm having to forcibly stop myself from inventing more things just so I can map and print them out of sheer need to do something in order to distract my brain.
Which is where this blog comes in.
Recently, in a fit of boredom with our usual rotation of meals, we had a discussion about how bored we were with all of our normal vegetables. Countless hours later I was still on allrecipes.com, gleefully throwing things into my recipe box and crowing things like "ZUCCHINI! Ooh, look, I could make my own bbq sauce. Mmm, stew..."
I'm sure that got old fast, but bless Chris for just making the appropriate yummy noises and ignoring my ranting until I actually started making sense. Except when suddenly there was yelling about how I'd been swearing I was going to make stew for years and there still wasn't any fucking stew (got me there, and we still don't have any, but only because 100 degree weather is not stew weather and I am totally going to make stew this fall, shut up). Unlike all the other times I've claimed that I was going to start cooking, though, I actually did this time. Some of the stuff went well, some of it didn't. The problem? I'll never remember what I thought "huh, I need to change xyz later, and next time I need to cook z first because that was done WAY too early" about unless I write it down.
Maybe I'll take pictures of the food eventually, though my disaster of a kitchen post-cooking might keep me from doing that. Or maybe it'll encourage me to clean up more often! (Yeah right.) Regardless, I'm trying to cook one new thing at least every weekend. I'm not trying to Julie my way through the Julia Child cookbook or anything. There will be no pot-popping lobster boiling going on in my kitchen, mostly because the biggest things I can bring myself to kill are roaches and I totally don't have a pot big enough for lobsters anyway, plus I ride the bus home from work. And while you can take animals on the bus, provided that they're properly contained or serviced (service dogs, you pervert)... I can't imagine that they'd be thrilled about me bringing on a bag of lobsters. Bag? Box? Whatever. But what a conversation starter THAT would be!
And now you know why I called this blog Cooking Inanity. Maybe I should have called it cooking rambling instead...
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