I am not cooking tonight because of:

  1. A hamburger
  2. Lies
  3. Forgetfulness
  4. How I’m trapped under a fallen beam in a burning barn

The answers are (1), (2) and (3).

The past few weeks, my stomach hasn’t wanted much more than yogurt and a granola bar at lunchtime, and I’ve been respecting that wish. Today, my stomach seemed to be indicating – with great force – that it wanted a hamburger. I saw no reason to disbelieve it, so I gave it a hamburger. MY STOMACH IS A LIAR, it did just want some yogurt and a granola bar. It’s been feeling like ass ever since. And dinner tonight? Was supposed to be steak with bernaise butter. NOT HAPPENING.

I was going to just make the bernaise butter and use it on the steak tomorrow but since I forgot to ask Brian to pick up shallots I can’t even do that, because no way in hell am I going out in a snowstorm for a lousy shallot. Because I am a lazy forgetter with a lying stomach.

Lunch is gonna be AWESOME tomorrow, though.