Saturday, January 28, 2012

up

Oh my God! Within about three seconds, I've been at my fucking job for 10 years. They even gave me a "All of Your Dreams Have Formally Been Crushed" certificate to hang over my desk. In another 10 years, they'll give me a "Your Health Has Been Destroyed" Pin. sigh... So, does anything in the world signify that you've "given up" more than a chicken parmigiana hero at 03:00 AM?

Friday, January 6, 2012

old fashioned

I just finished a Hungryman Dinner. I'm not use to not knowing what part of the chicken I'm eating. Could be elbow? Could be cat? One piece had a little bit of wing, a little neck, a few ribs, as if someone took a whole chicken, mashed it into a ball, cut it into pieces, and threw them into the deep fryer. Maybe Swanson just can't afford a slaughterhouse anymore and just runs them over with a car. They do have that "splayed" bones pointing everywhere look of roadkill. Well, I guess that's why they sell it as good old fashioned American country cooking.