I think, therefore I harm
Before anyone says a guy can’t cook, the idea was inspired by this post by Heretherebespiders. Maybe you should read it and return here afterward. Beside, the automatically generated linkback from her blog might draw attention to my own blog.
So here is my dinner. Well, people do that on Fakebook every day, so I suppose I can do it once on my blog.
It is a common knowledge (or a common myth, you’ll tell me) that Québec is the only place in the world were mac & cheese is called Kraft Dinner. We even use that term for mac & cheese from different brands. [I was informed the term was used throughout Canada.]
I ate a lot of Kraft Dinner back in college, but had not ate it for years. But then, a few weeks ago, my son made me buy some. Usually, when I ask him what we should buy for dinner, he says he doesn’t know. He is growing up, I’ll learn not to ask again. But then, just after I read Spiders’ post, I went up to see what I would eat for dinner. There was this box left, and without a second thought, I just picked a dirty pot that was left in the sink since yesterday’s dinner, put it on the floor a few minutes so my cat could lick it clean, filled it with water and prepared Kraft Dinner. What, don’t you know how guys cook?
Beside, here is a cue at the temperature here. When you don’t know what to talk about, talk about the weather. Québec is said to be the only place in the world where there is a 60 degrees difference between summer and winter (and I really mean Celsius). By this time of the year, it should have been cool outside already. It isn’t. (Yes, I do remember I wrote this already when I was drunk.)
Oh, I’m not complaining! I love heat, I hate winter. But here is what my thermometer showed just a few minutes ago, about an hour before sunset.
The thermometer is close to a window, but in the shadow. (I don’t trust the humidity level on it though, it’s really not too dry – at least, most Europeans wouldn’t think so.) Our spring been late, we had cool weather and a lot of rain until mid-June. But then, it seems summer doesn’t want to go away. Year after year, I was saying to people that I remembered having been sitting in the grass without a shirt on a 30th of September. That was circa 2003. I never thought I’d see that again. I don’t have grass and there is a kindergarten below (that one was the excuse for keeping my shirt on), but I did spend time on the balcony this afternoon. In the sun. Without a coat. The neighbor didn’t wear a shirt.
And, well, here is what it looked outside at the same moment.
Because there is absolutely nothing in this post that is comment worthy, let me end this with a little thought.
Have you ever had a moment when you realized a friend might need help, but doesn’t ask?