Well, That Was Easy

Did you know that you can take some frozen broccoli, throw it in a skillet, cook it for about three minutes, and then dumb some salt and soy sauce on it, and it will taste delicious? WTF? In my last apartment, due to an odd set of circumstances that always took ten minutes to explain, I couldn't really cook anything. I used to buy these microwave meals that took like ten minutes to cook and almost always tasted like crap. And the veggies would be all mushy, and they were expensive. I don't get it. I thought cooking was usually more work. After I found out how ridiculously healthy broccoli is, I put it on my list of things to figure out how to cook. I thought it would be some ardurous quest, where I try lots of stir fry recipes. Apparently, not. It only takes three minutes to cook. I can made that as a snack. Well, the problem is the saucepan is dirty afterwards. And I feel a little weird running the dishwasher. I think the solution here, is to just own like five skillets. Then I will always have a fresh one on hand, and I'll run the dishwasher on the whole batch when they get dirty. I have a feeling, somehow, that this solution is not at all what a normal person would do. I think its a good solution though. I could wash the dishes by hand on occasion. I think I'd rather have 5 skillets.

I am still getting used to my new car. After seeing Wolverine with Luke on Friday, I decided to see just how fast Jessica--thats what I might name her--could accelerate. I figured my only shot at doing this without a ticket would be to gun it right as I'm merging on to the highway. That would be my fun for the night: accelerating to the pace of traffic. So I get onto the on ramp, and practically coast all the way down to the highway. There were some cars ahead of me; I was going about the same speed as them. Finally I am down in the merge lane, going incredibly slow, probably in third or fourth gear, and think, this is it. I glance down at my speedometer to see how much room I have to accelerate before I hit the speed limit and realize...I'm already at the limit.

My fun for the night would be a zero-second power burst in my amazing and expensive rice burner. I began to wonder if I really made the right purchasing decision. If I can't even use the turbo maybe I should have gotten a much, much cheaper and slower car. In fact, my jeep used to start wobbling right about that speed. That was always exciting...kept me busy holding the jeep in the lane. I hung out in the right lane with a frowny face for most of the ride home. I let loose in the tunnels, but had to slow down almost immediately so I'd be at the speed limit when the tunnel exists came into sight: you never know if some jackass cop is sitting there pointing his laser at the entrance. Hopefully I'll eventually get a feel for how the cops work the area. Or maybe I just need to find a road that is abandoned enough.