Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Leftovers


For the second night in a row I had a plate of leftover spaghetti and meatballs, which means I've eaten spaghetti and meatballs for three nights in a row, which is a mere 362 nights short of my dream. Sure a little something is lost via the microwave vs. fresh out of the steaming pot, but even two-day-old leftover spaghetti and meatballs tastes great. Almost as good as leftover meatloaf. Of course, nothing beats leftover chili, which actually seems to get better (if that's possible) after a day or two. Thanksgiving leftovers get all the good press, and they certainly are good, but nothing beats the holy triumvirate of leftover spaghetti and meatballs, meatloaf, and chili in my book.

Alas, there does come a time, however, when one must clean out the tubs of leftovers in the fridge, that slippery wedge of cranberry sauce, that styrofoam box of cold french fries, etc. In such a spirit, then, presently I'm going to clean out this blog's fridge of leftover ideas and false and aborted posts. These are the what-might-have-beens, the notions that for one reason or another didn't quite gel into the usual genius posts my readers--you--have grown so accustomed to. I'm sure even DaVinci had some crumpled up half-sketches in his wastebasket. Take them for what they are, the calisthenics, perhaps, that result in the finely-honed prose you read here regularly.
  • having never watched an entire episode of Friends in my life, maybe take a week off from everything, view the complete series, and share with the world the wisdom you glean
  • I'm writing this post on May 1, 2011, and will post it on October 1, 2011: Hah, if the Indians are in first place this late in the season, there's no stopping them this year. Not injuries, not inexperienced players, and certainly not a Detroit Tigers hot streak toward the end of the year. I told you so.
  • what's a rightover? a mysterious container in the fridge you finally remove and throw away without even checking/assessing the contents of? a plate of stuff from somebody's party you don't want that they insist on wrapping up for you and which you know you'll take right over to the trash can when you get home?
  • a long, incisive piece about the aging watershed for the Children of the 70s that is the impending onset of menopause for Chastity Bono
  • just what is my hang-up with the word "effluvium"?
  • is it too soon for another blog about how great Bob Dylan is?
  • which sport would be easier to learn and take up and be good at into my 50s? cricket or jai alai?
  • There was a young man from the county of Orange/Who da da, da da, da da da da/He tried a banana/But those winds of Santa Ana/Da da, da da, da da da da 

No comments:

Post a Comment