Julie was the chef last night.
What? Are you sick B.D.?
No Jethro, I'm not sick...
She just decided to treat me. And she did very well because she knows I have a lot on my mind...and because...I have not cooked in awhile.
But...that will change as I have plenty of time on my hands because...we are on layoff until the first of January. Long story short...I've had a lot on my mind because of work and just haven't felt like cooking.
That has to change.
Cooking is my therapy. Instead of going to a head doctor for consultations, I consult with the wisdom of the Weber grill or seek the loving kindness of my BBQ pit 'Big Mama'.
My cooking has taken a backseat to the weather and the world...I need to step back...take a breath and focus. My tolerance for worldly bullshit...has reached its limit.
I need therapy...
I need to arise from the ashes of anguish and loathing...I need to strip away the burdens of humanity that has built a house of stone on my heart...I need to live and savor the good fortunes of my soul...I need to re-open my eyes and look upon the beauty that God has laid out before me...
I need...I need to...
I need to grill something...
B.D.
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