April 28th, 2006


I feel so decadent

I decided to pick up some cold cuts while I was out getting what will be my weekly slice of pizza (20 carbs, you see. I'm permitted 30 for lunch, but pizza just doesn't come standard, so I'm erring on the side of caution) plus a salad.

Funny how I feel much better now than I did at this same point yesterday...

Anyway, while I gave my orders to the deli men, I noticed they had the very end of a piece of pickled tongue.

I love pickled tongue. So, I asked for it just as is, figuring it wasn't worth slicing but would nice in chunks.

They sliced it oh, so thin. And then I saw how expensive it was. I'm glad I got it, but now I feel extravagant and decadent.

It's a nice feeling.

The Cook is in the Parlor

I stopped in a used bookstore yesterday and came out with a classic cookbook, The Cook is in the Parlor, by Marquerite Gilbert McCarthy in 1947. And, given the price and condition of the book, I got a bargain, too - I paid $12 where the going rate online is $15. Then again, it wasn't a first edition and lacked a cover.

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