i'm working on a cure for cancer

I finally started writing this week, after doing some research for The Other Thing. Unlike research for The Thing (which typically involved watching Miami Vice reruns, reading recaps of 1980s Guiding Light episodes, and downloading Joan Jett songs), research for The Other Thing was actually work, nowhere near as fun as drooling over Sonny Crockett in his pastel teeshirts and blazers or dancing in my office to "I Love Rock 'n' Roll." But I persevered.

What I may not recover from is breaking one of my beautiful little cups, which I brought with me across the country only to drop on the floor of the convent. Now I'm drinking my shake weed tea from this silly teacup, probably confirming to the British residents that I am indeed a spastic Anglophile.

woman cannot live by gruel a la nuts alone

I was going to title this post, “gruel a la nuts out the ass,” but there were so many possible misinterpretations.


I made a big batch of gruel a la nuts on Sunday and have been eating it for dinner ever since, with the exception of the night I had scary Mexican. Not a scary Mexican, scary Mexican food. And although, as Chris can attest, I have an incredible capacity for repetitive eating and an abiding love for gruel a la nuts, I think that tomorrow night I’m going to have to cook myself a new pot of gruel.

I want something that I can make a big batch of and heat up or eat cold for the following couple of nights. I would like something with a grain or bean, a vegetable or two. It could have parts that need to be assembled into a whole (e.g., a burrito, although I’ve been eating a burrito every day for lunch), but I don’t want to spend a lot of time in the kitchen after the first night, because I have wine to sit around and drink with my new friends. I mean, I have shake weed to smoke and a novel to write.

Suggestions, anyone?