Noah Nelson's Mental Clearing House.
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Some mornings the colors of Los Feliz are just too vibrant.
This powder blue sky and verdant menagire of flora—evergreens, palm trees, and otherwise—are downright intimidating. There’s only one cup of coffee in my system and I’ve already started the work-machine. Long stretchy-bumpy tracks of Los Angeles streets stand between me and the next thing.
There’s more coffee on the way, though.
At least there’s that.
Right now, however, I just want to soak in that horizon from behind the kitchen blinds.
Over the weekend I bought a slow cooker—specifically a Crock Pot—on impulse while at Target.
The blasted thing was only $17, and the only thing I knew I could use it for was the Stubb’s Chili Fixin’s mix that I had similarly impluse bought at the supermarket the other day while I was wandering the store hungry.
Two days and one succesful experiement later and I am obsessed.
Last night I couldn’t get to sleep before 2AM becaue I was too busy Google searching for recipies. Overnight Oatmeal is a thing. So is French Toast Casarole. A New Indian Slow Cooker cookbook was published just this month.
Best/worst of all: so many brea pudding recipies. So. So. Many.
I know it is all very #normcore to be sprung when totally #LTTP on something like a freaking Crock Pot, but I grew up eating Top Ramen on food stamps. I’ve spent most of my life eating first at fast food joints and then working my way up to real resturants as a way of dealing with—well, everything really.
So I may get very noisey about food for a while. Consider yourself forewarned. Because I also totally bought my first food processor, you guys.
There is only one thing on my calendar this weekend: stopping in at a friend’s art show in Burbank. Other than that I’ve left the calendar wide open to see what might happen.
Naturally there is a host of stuff on the to-do lists, and the nebulous PROJECT BIN mocks me silently from its high perch.
Still: this weekend I’m deliberately adaptable.
Watch me spend most of it making plans and scheduling October to the teeth.