Well, early this morning I did my deep breathing, flexibility and stretching exercises (this time I held my breath for over 50 beats) in preparation for karaoke at Sonny’s Tavern the first Sunday night of August 2016 and I published another blog post earlier this morning. And now I’ve taken my shower and I’m back at my workstation.
I had a small bowl of raisin bran and milk for breakfast.
Later today I plan to eat a bowl of rice with a piece of canned fish (mackerel) in it. I’m cooking the rice (it’s instant rice) in my crock pot right now. Actually, I’ve turned off the heat to let the rice absorb the water. I know…I know. Let me explain.
About six or eight months ago I bought a set of pots and pans from the dollar store across the street. The set was really cheap. About a month ago the bottoms of each one of the pots and pans (a total of four) began to rust out. Rust can’t be good for you. What can you get from rust? Tetanus? Lockjaw? I don’t know. I do know I don’t want to cook with those pots and pans anymore. Just a moment…
Aha, my rice is done! And it’s beautiful. White and fluffy. When I have my second meal later today I’ll use the pan with the least rust on its bottom to heat up my rice; I’ll get a new set of pots and pans from the dollar store across the street when I get my fun money for August on Monday. But you get what you pay for.
Hail to Pitt!
This is Guy Hogan reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. All photos of Danielle Sellers used for this blog post were sampled from Egotastic All Stars.