The Blues, The Reds and The Pinks
As most of you know, when I’m not over here whining about life and mocking the men I’ve found on eHarmony, I’m writing at my food blog.
Writing a food blog means that sometimes, you cook when you don’t want to because if you don’t cook, you don’t post. And last night was one of those nights. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to cook because for me, making a big ol’ mess in the kitchen is equivalent to an alcoholic’s buzz or a runner’s high.
But sometimes, when you’re so blindingly tired that all you can think about is falling asleep in your bed before you can muster the energy to turn the light off (not that I’m, er, speaking from personal experience) cooking can lead to things like, oh, slicing your finger open with the blade of a food processor.
Since my typing skills are impaired today, I’m going to leave you with an entertaining video.
Happy Friday!
March 27th, 2009 at 12:08 pm
I am an uber foodie and cooking junkie- when I’m too tired to and I HAVE to- I just get a little drunk and then cook. Works every time.
March 27th, 2009 at 12:36 pm
I typically restrain from cooking, not because of tiredness, but because of dishes. Arrgh.
April 2nd, 2009 at 11:22 pm
[...] Last week, since I had ever-so-delicately sliced my finger open with the blade of a food processer, (and because, OK, you’ve got me, I didn’t actually sit down to write a post until 7:30 AM Friday and thought, I just can’t deal with this right now) my typing was impaired and you were treated to a video of Adam Sandler circa 1984. [...]