The Joy Of Cooking in Hello

4:00 AM, can’t sleep. Not that I’m trying to.

I haven’t cooked since starting the new job. Saturday I was way too worn out and Sunday we went to Guadalajara. Mom had the taco salad and I a chimichanga. Twas good.

The job is going good. The boss’s BIL and his across the street neighbor are on second shift. Nice enough guys. Good ole boys, really.

I’ve got August 19th squared away for the Weird Al concert. I’m excited for it plus the three day weekend. Yay!

Got to thinking tonight about my lack of cooking. I enjoy it. Cooking that is. I cooked just about every night while in employed. Like orchestrating a symphony from my podium. Get some tunes going while I’m doing prep, sauteing/sweating out some veggies and spices in the pan, feeling the heat, the smells, etc… A few friends suggested I should go cook in a restaurant. No. Hell no! I’ll lose my joy of cooking and begin to see the stove as an enemy while I gorge myself on Taco Bell.

No thank you.

Guess I’ll continue to smoke cigarettes while I continue to deprive myself of Sleep and await sunrise.