Insanely Awe-dical

Today I saw a chair in a bathroom. It wasn't a chair of utility as shown above, but more of an useless side chair. Not to prop open a door, not to use for the towelman, not for use for anyone, other than the same person that rides in the sidecar of a motorcycle -- a buddy along for the ride. Any chair in the bathroom should be part of business, not some random chair in a bathroom.

Today I made this wonderful casserole-type thing. I was hungry, and immediately decided on fried-rice. Something about it called -- it promoted use of random spices (the smell of cooking garlic pulls me in), the chopping of types of vegetables and extras, and the addition of meat and rice in an odd mixture of fun. Something about cutting vegetables and preparing a meal is almost therapeutic. During this time I enjoyed a hilarious episode of Arrested Development playing in the background. I felt at peace.

The manic mixture was a blend of garlic, green onion, and onion to start the base smells. I cut up mushrooms, hot dogs, bacon, brocolli and tofu to follow it up. Follow it up with this morning's rice dropped in from above, followed by a stream of seasoning -- chicken marinade mix, garlic salt and good ol' pepper. I enjoyed a steaming bowl of this, and lots of it is left in the fridge for a midnight snack or tomorrow's meal.

Funny how a small desire to eat has transformed into this brilliant and odd mixture of flavor that I enjoyed almost way too much.