Monday, May 31, 2004

This weblog software isn't working too well lately, which is why I'm unable to correct the misspellings in the previous (Saturday) entry.  Anyway, it's Memorial Day.  My girlfriend works for a non-profit that doesn't support WAR (the killin' kind, not the band), so she doesn't get this day off.  She gets Cinco de Mayo off instead.  Cinco de Mayo is fine day to have off, but as I recall it does mark the anniversary of a victory at war, does it not?  Oh well - it would take paragraphs for me to unpack the cognitive dissonance, arrogance, and downright stupidity of the upper management at her job (I used to work there myself, so I know this firsthand). I don't do much memorializing myself on this day, but I do spend some time thinking about my grandfather, who was a decorated veteran of both WWII and Korea.  I liked him a lot, and although he died a very long time ago, I still have very fond memories of summers spent on my grandparent's farm in Valley Mills, Texas.  It is now 12:15p, and I have already made the custard for a chocolate/hazelnut gelato, and prepared a Jamaican Jerk marinade for quartered chicken.  All that good stuff is now sitting in my refrigerator, marinating and/or chilling, in preparation for a feast this evening.  I think I'll just roast a few ears of white corn on the grill, along with the chicken, and leave it at that.  Nothing fancy.  I listened to my new copy of Bitches Brew while cooking, so I've had an extremely pleasant morning.   I so immensely enjoy the rhythms of cooking, I honestly can't think of a more relaxing, meditative, and restorative way to spend my leisure time.  I'm frequently thankful that I enjoy cooking so much more than actually eating what I cook, else I would weigh about 200 lbs! 12:19:55 PM