the world is your acorn

Tonight I made dinner. It was going to be duck with a fruity fig sauce, rice, and grean beans. The sauce turned out excellent. Everything else sucked. Well, some of it was ok, but lots of things went wrong. I seasoned the rice and was going to make it into this baked patty, so the outside was crispy, but it wasn’t sticky enough so I had to make balls instead, then the oven wasn’t hot enough so some parts got too dry. The green beans were fine except the garlic burned a little. The duck just didn’t cook evenly enough, and didn’t turn out how I’d hoped. It bummed me out. The Little Red-Haired Girl was very sweet, and ate everything, including my leftovers, and promised that she wasn’t just saying that it was great. Who really knows. I know it wasn’t disgusting. It just wasn’t how I’d hoped. I guess it’s a state that I should be familiar with by now, as a grown-ass person.

In unrelated good news, there’s stirrings of Lady E. and Peaches coming to visit in December. I’m reeling just thinking about the hi-jinks that will ensue.

I did a lot of internet shopping this weekend. It’s actually one of my favorite hobbies. The abstraction of the credit card number in conjunction with the mediation of computer monitor, mouse, and keyboard make the whole thing very game-like. Like playing dress-up when you’re little. The upside is that, a few weeks later, you get a little prize in the mail. There was a time, right after college, when I bought so many things online that I had a couple of credit card numbers memorized.

Come to think of it, the ease of online shopping has probably not done much to help with my reluctance to go out in public and interact with strangers. I’d like to think of it as assistive technology, if that’s ok with you. It’s not really ok with The Little Red-Haired Girl, who (understandably) gets frustrated when I’m in one of those moods where I refuse to run out by myself to the store for milk or whatnot. I guess that is one of the things that people worry about with the internet, that people will forget how to interact face to face. Although, it’s not that I’ve forgotten, I just prefer not to sometimes.

Anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed my shopping experience this weekend, and I hope that it did not awaken some kind of dormant addiction. Because I know of a lot of great video games that have just come out (or are about to), and not only can I not afford them, but I also do not have time to play.