Roasted Chili-Garlic Endive - Normally my biweekly CSA delivery comes with a big head or two of lettuce that we use for our regular lunch salads. This week, I received a little note in ...
2 years ago
Yup. It was a wild Saturday night, folks. Actually, it was more like early Sunday morning...and I'm heavily engrossed in an eppy of American Greed on CNBC. Some computer-hack-genius who got greedy (hence the name...duh.) and after several billion dollars of damage to innocent Americans in identity theft, he got nabbed by some federal agency with a lot of letters....like the CNRQVTYRPS. I do not recall what this stands for...but you obviously don't wanna mess with these guys....'cause even the whiz that got caught said they were "supah-bad-ass freakin' geniuses"...or something to this effect....grudgingly admitting that there were actually government employees smarter than he. I believe this knowledge hurt him more than any incarceration ever could.
You may be shocked to learn that the above has absolutely no bearing whatsoever on tonight’s post. (Really? Do you not know me??) I'm merely setting the stage...you know, giving you a mental snapshot of my mindset at the time. You're very welcome.
It was one of the commercial ads that did me in. It wouldn’t have been so bad had I not just taken a huge gulp of my seltzer with about four assorted monster pills…(calcium, multi, etc, etc ‘cause I’m getting freakin’ old and need to avoid breaking a hip whilst walking the dog…in the dark…with a flashlight operating at 50% capacity. Note to self: buy batteries.)
Anyway, you whipper-snappers. Most of that mouthful of seltzer…including the monster pills…came showering down on my comforter…thanks to this ad. Pay attention, people…this may be the future of Glee…in 60 years.
I will say this: If I ever round a corner and witness a wall of choreographed, white-bobble-headed chairs bearing down on me, I won’t be sticking around long enough to admire their maneuvering…I’ll be the gal racing away…trying so very hard to hold back a guffaw…but still taking the time to perform a perfect-180-2-step to fire off a photo on my cell…just for you.
‘Cause I’d do just about anything…for you.