I want my RC-50!
Oh my stomach. Y’know, I’ve been pretty good about not overeating for the past few weeks. It’s showing, too. But tonight I went to town on some pork loin. Pan-seared in olive oil with a little butter, seasoned with garlic salt. Then I deglazed the pan with apple juice, red wine, butter and heavy cream. Hooooly crap it was good. Baked potato. Cole slaw with balsamic vinegar. Now them’s good eats.
I feel like writing but I have no idea what to write. Don’t have anything in particular to say. But speaking of breasts, here are some things I’ve recently seen written across them (no joke):
Spend your money here
And four lines of white text on a black T-shirt that I couldn’t quite make out because I was in a moving vehicle at night in traffic. And there was some pert bouncing involved. Almost broke my neck. Maybe it read, “If you’re reading this you’re a disgusting pig. How dare you stare at my very developed chest. How dare you. Dirty old man.”
As I was saying to my cousin earlier today, I’m not anti-religion or anti-Christian but … these TV/radio Christians (televangelists and conservative foundations/organizations) are nuckin’ futs. I heard a guy today say, “We don’t have to be experiential learners because we have the word of God.” They’re all bent out of shape about “The Da Vinci Code” movie. Sigh.
Oh boy. I think dinner just caught up to me. Soporific, baby.
Currently reading :
Predator (Kay Scarpetta Mysteries)
By Patricia Cornwell