gadget

I bought a gadget, cheap. High-quality, less than a couple hours worth of pay. Given reasonable care, it'll probably be here at least half a century after I'm good and gone.

I can say: There is something to be said for taking a knife sharp enough to kill somebody and put it to a useful purpose. Cutting up once living things -- veggies -- into little bits and creating something fit to eat. Taking one's hands, a couple of kitchen tools, and the proper fruits of Mother Earth and making food.... nourishment. Now that's something, when you really stop and think about it.

The joy of cooking is in my blood--I've know it for a while--but I was last with a woman who knew her way around a kitchen and she took a certain pride in it. Kept her secrets. Made food fit to eat. I respected that so let my talents rest. Mind you... out on the patio, yours truly remained the grill meister. But in the kitchen, she was Queen. I acquiesed.

We're not together no mo', so I've called upon the chef that's lived within to feed me. The one that's always wanting to come out. A culinary artiest, he is.

Dont get me wrong. I don't mind KFC, Burger King, Wendy's, Pizza Inn. This, that and the other fast food joint, but every now and then, I want a home-cooked meal. Who can I count on for it? Well I'll be g dang. I can count on me.

Wherever I live from here on out will be much like the place I live now: the kitchen will have an unobstructed view of the TV. I get in there with a sharp knife, a red and/or green bell pepper, onions, garlic, ground beef and still see ESPN? Oh my. How could life be better?

But the gadget is cool.

I'm prolly gone sell it.