Numero uno: my entry in the Goulash Mix CD Challenge goes out tomorrow. Batten down your hatches, neighborhood post office, and stock up on your Ronald Reagan stamps. It is a little late, yes, but more than a little rockin'.
Numero dos: One of my big plans for the summer was to learn how to make guacamole. See, one of my good points is that my goals are very accessible; they're both easy and repeatable, and because of that, it's like a constant ticker tape parade for me. A lot of other folks might shoot to cure cancer over the summer, or build a deck. Even if you could cure cancer or build a deck over the summer, you could probably only do it once over the course of an entire summer. If I really got on the ball, how many bowls of delicious guacamole could I make? Dozens. And who's to say that if I made enough bowls, the dish wouldn't eventually begin to cure cancer and build decks on its own? I'm not saying that'd be my initial goal, but it doesn't seem completely far-fetched. Somehow, I lost my point here.
Anyway, despite such a reasonable project for the summer, I haven't made any progress. Sure, I've taken the occasional note this summer on my plans for the guacamole, such as, "It will be green" and "It will be served refrigerated". I don't have any recipes or blueprints, though. All I have is the same thing I started with: a hankering for a condiment. I must endeavor. I must put on my floppy chef's hat and fill the bed of my truck with avocados. And then, perhaps most terrifyingly, I must mush them until they're edible. No one said the act of goal-seeking was glamorous.Posted by Cody at August 2, 2005 6:36 PM