Last night I planned to use my new itty bitty food processor. I felt pressured -- how to make my first project with this little fella worthwhile? Maybe pesto? -- but basil isn't even in season. Damn you winter. Why would I need to grind up squash into tiny little pieces? Cooking doesn't always work out.
Short on ideas, we decided to go pay someone else to cook for us -- one stipulation: Cheap. I wanted Chinese (Pink Place). The Good Doctor wanted Pizza (CyBelle's). Initially, neither of us would budge -- but we eventually reached a consensus.
Fifteen minutes later, we were in the car. About 40 minutes after that we were parked next to The Lawrence Hall of Science, eating our respective choices in the front seat of The Doc's truck. I turned to him and said, "You know, a lot of people would pay a lot of money to eat someplace with a view like this." He replied, "Sometimes we really are like Homer and Marge Simpson."
We were thinking it would be amusing to make a Used Toyota rebuttal to the current retarded Nissan Campaign. If only we had brought the video camera along.
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