Weather: rainy

Reading: Clouds End, Sean Stewart

Knitting: car blanket

I read this in a cookbook I like, so it has merit. "And never ever put the so-called Parmesan from the green can or jar onto your pasta." But you know, that stuff is sort of like cheese, in a way, and it is something, whcih is better under some circumstances than nothing, and it doesn't get moldy, and I don't have to grate it. There are a lot of other opinionated things in that cookbook, and the recipes are rather fancy, and I'm rather not-fancy, so I adapt them to my ownself, and I adapt the advice as well. I very recently ate a boal of spaghetti with so-called Parmesan from a green plastic jar that was a store brand so-called Parmesan. What do you think of that? I have sunk to new lows, but I will survive.

Another thing about that cookbook; it's a vegetarian cookbook, but the author's not vegetarian. When I first read that in the introduction, I blinked rapidly.

My amazement with people continues. I had a salesman trying to sell me some meat and I said I was vegetarian (a lie) and he said, "But we have chicken," and I said, "And in what sense is a chicken a vegetable?" And why did I lie to the guy? I don't care about his opinion of me, so maybe that's why; I can be a liar to someone I don't care about? That's daft. I care about me, and I was present at the lie. I make a lot of meals that do not feature meat, but I still am an omnivore. No, I guess I"m not. I've never had a Pop Tart or a Ho Ho. I did have a generic toaster pastry once, or possibly twice, and don't care to repeat the experiment.

I read about a woman who had never had pizza and went to buy herself one and the man behind the counter was glad to help, and explained a lot of things about pizza that she was glad to hear. Then when her pizza was ready and it was time to go, she thanked him and tucked it under her arm and headed out the door.