He Wept

I have been subconsciously craving a good hearty helping of fried chicken. A constant reminder that I need to indulge in it before I start this p90x. The craving has been going on for about two weeks, but I couldn't make moves to satisfy it because of my limited financial resources.

[CUT TO: 20 min ago] Everyone is up in their rooms, finding the right position to induce sleep. I make my way to the kitchen and find lentil and rice, my heart is happy. I check the oven to see if I would be able to find some type of meat to accompany this healthy meal. It is empty, my heart hurts a bit. Then I heard a voice calling out to me from the microwave. I pulled down the door to find a box of Popeye's chicken [insert Heavenly voice from above: AHHHHHH!] I pulled it out and was hopeful for just a piece of fried chicken to satiate my palate. I opened to the box and I wept; there are two chicken breasts in the box, one standard and the other jumbo! I fix a bowl of rice and lentil and prepare my chicken, dousing it in hot sauce. I took my first bite and I wept again. The familiar flavor of poultry and hot sauce almost brought me to climax. I tried my best to break up the ration of chicken and rice but I fell weak to the overpowering lull of the poultry. It wasn't until the last piece of the bigger breast was digested that I realized that it was truly gone.

Never to touch my mouth again this evening and for that, I wept.

And for all this, I know, I am a true [insert truly descriptive adjective here]

Culinary Artist

My mom wasn't a big cook when I was growing up. We usually opted for something that was easy like fish sticks or chicken nuggets. Feasts like smoked turkey, mashed potatoes and collard greens were only obtainable when I went elsewhere for dinner, namely grandparent's house. But Big D has surprised me in my later years. She even cooked the entire Thanksgiving dinner in 07, I was really surprised. But as of late I have felt the need and passion to start cooking on my own. I have been told and found that buying groceries and cooking for yourself saves money and is really rewarding. It kind of feels like I am back in Biochemistry class, measuring out certain ingredients as not to mess up the mixture. Some of my recent past meals have included grilled chicken breasts, backed chicken breasts (I gotta thing for white meat), and tonight I tried my hand at tilapia. The meal actually came out well. I served some Mexican staples, black beans and white rice. It doesn't mean a lot to you, but its a pretty big accomplishment for me. :D