Three O'Clock is Always Too Late or Too Early

“Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.”

I did a Google image search for “nausea,” which I am currently experiencing thanks to a serious overindulgence in Cinnamon Burst Cheerios, and came up with this cat.

The obvious interpretation is this is an existentialist cat pondering the utter banality of his existence, and also he hates you.

As it turns out, it was just a poorly selected photo for a website about feline nausea, which afflicts far fewer cats than feline ennui.

In any case, my current nauseous state is not conducive to writing about the raw fish I prepared but then couldn’t bring myself to eat for dinner tonight.

What did you have for dinner?

19 thoughts on “Three O'Clock is Always Too Late or Too Early

  1. Zeb made vegetable spaghetti with meat sauce. A little something for the carnivore and herbivore in each of us. Plus parmesan cheese.

    I hope you feel better.

  2. Chicken meatballs, boursin cheese and bread all from Trader Joe’s. I should probably eat better since my wedding is 11 days away, but whatever. I decided I wasn’t meant to be a skinny bride.

  3. I am stunned that Cinnamon Burst Cheerios made you feel nauseous. I had no idea that cereal was so powerful. Poor lil’ thing. Drink plenty of water, lay down, and watch Nick @ Nite. You’ll feel better by the time morning rears its ugly head.

  4. Salad with seared shrimp, blood orange segments, goat cheese, almonds, and blood orange dressing. My husband put a picture on Facebook, lol.

  5. Griiled bacon with black pepper and maple syrop. Pancakes with orange zest and figs (recipe by macheesmo) with a poached egg. Breakfast for dinner. No pink snuggie.

  6. By sryop, I mean syrup, I’m French, and by French, I mean syrop. so sue me and the damn spell checker in the mac.

  7. I put a brisket into the crockpot with an onion sliced into rings, added massive quantities of salt, black pepper, and sweet paprika, dribbled some good tawny port (enough to just cover the base of the crockpot) and walked away for 10 hours.

    Then I trimmed the fat off, and sliced it against the grain, scooped up the blackened onions and put it all on a plat.

    Added a salad (with our own lettuce, radishes, beets, and carrots; some croutons, bleu cheese, and olives), some of our great canned green beans from the garden last year, some freshly picked sugar snap peas from the garden this year, a scrumpy’s hard cider in a glass with ice, and sat down to a meal that left me moaning with delight.

  8. if forced to decide which if you i would have liked to dine with last night, id’ haev to go with two camels and scott. oh, and foodgardenkitchen, because i love love love scrumpy’s. and anna, because that salad sounds fantastic.

    basically, i would have rather had anything besides a giant bowl of cinnamon burst cheerios.

  9. Sorry to hear about the cinnamon cheerios! I like them, but I lOVE the peanut butter ones! So, last evening,I was on a train bound for Los Angeles and had a somewhat disappointing spinach lasagna roll. Tonight however, I’m on Amtrak’s Coast Starlight, headed to Seattle, so my dinner tonight will be a be a braised lamb shank, which from past experience, will be wonderful.

  10. BBQ pork chops, some couscous with spices, and corn. Nothing fancy schmancy but hey! I cooked!

    Dessert was strawberries with simple syrup on pound cake with Reddi Whip. Coulda had THAT for dinner and been happy!

    And cinnamon Cheerios? That’s just wrong. So wrong.

  11. Thrilled that you would be proud to partake of my pecan pie. Too bad we’re on opposite coasts. Our dogs would have a blast together. I hope you are feeling better this evening. There has been something flu-like going around out here. Nasty shit, to be sure.

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