there are people in this world who roll out of bed on saturday morning, pour some milk over stale cereal, and watch morning cartoons until their eyes hurt. when the cartoons are over, they microwave some pizza rolls just long enough for them to stop being frozen, eat them, and then go back to bed for the rest of the day.
then there are those people who wake up with the sun, make coffee, bake a batch of bread pudding, and head out to the farm by 9:00 a.m. those people are more my style.
college is a magical time for almost everybody. sure, it has its ups and downs. i think being a freshman is terrible for a lot of people, and i had a rough time my senior year because i just wanted to get out into the world. that being said, during my middle years, i had not a care in the world. my highlights included going to a few classes between partying, ordering enough pizza people got fatter by just entering the room, and making all sorts of stupid hasty decisions about what my future held. ah, i miss it.
when i remembered all the delicious edibles sitting in fridge last weekend, it was pretty close to too late. i had some broccoli, almost a whole head of garlic that was ready to sprout, and a few slices of well-marbled bacon. to throw away such a bounty would have been a travesty. i decided to act quickly.
i thought, “i’ll make frittata.”
do you remember space camp? even if you didn’t go to the official super-fancy nasa-sponsored space camp, you probably took some summer school course about space or something as a kid. and if you didn’t do either of those, chances are you probably wanted to and felt super dejected when you friends told you all of their awesome space camp stories.
in any case, being an astronaut is one of those jobs that mesmerized me when i was just a pup. of course, i was more into the idea of becoming the president or a fighter pilot or a scientist. but if a random member of nasa came up to me when i was a six-year-old and told me i was accepted to the official astronaut training program, you bet your butt i would have gone without thinking twice. space is huge and amazing and full of possibilities for six-year-olds, especially when the farthest away you have ever gone in your life is the public pool.
anyway, i’m pretty sure that six-year-olds think about becoming an astronaut like chickens think about becoming huevos rancheros.
like six-year-olds and space, most chickens probably have only a vague knowledge of mexican food. never in their wildest dreams would they have considered that they would become a delicious breakfast fit for a latin american farmer. i like to think that if i were a chicken and i was given a choice, i would go for the rancheros sauce without thinking twice. sure, i could hold out for a while and hope to become sous-vide or chicken cordon bleu, but more often than not i would end up something highly processed and much less tasty (like kfc, chicken nuggets, or instant ramen flavor packets).
well, i suppose that is enough strange asides for now. it’s recipe time.