awoke at 3, after going to sleep at midnight. WHY, i ask you, WHY??? torturous. i must nap today in order to have energy to pirouette badly tonight, but i feel i’m going to run out of time. my top priority is to make chocolate chip cookies for the cast party tonight.
my friend gary always made perfect-looking chocolate chip cookies. the kind you’d see in a magazine photo of the perfect specimen of CCC’s. mine never look like that. the thing is, i’m all about the soft CCCookies, and so i never let them bake all the way, so they end up being pretty flat, usually. also, i’m generally in a huge huge hurry when baking them, so i don’t have time for them to cool before scraping them off the cookie sheet, and then they’re usually not only very flat, but also quite misshapen.
sometimes people have commented upon my ill-formed cookies. but i notice that’s never stopped anybody from snarfing them all down.
i hesitate to bake cookies with others. once my friend kelly and i baked them together, and she insisted that they stay in the oven a very long time, because she likes them crunchy. “burned” is how i’d describe them. it seems un-American, liking crunchy CCCookies. We compromised and made some burned and some quasi-cooked. this worked out ok. (mine were eaten first. even i ate the burned ones when mine were gone, because even a burned CCC is better than none at all).
this morning at the hospital, a family walked down the hall. in front was a little kid carrying a gigantic plastic tub of cheese puffs. i mean, GIGANTIC, it was almost as big as the kid. they were going somewhere to wait for somebody to have surgery, and i know they won’t run out of cheese puffs.
I’m sure he got them at Sam’s. If you don’t live in a place where there’s a Sam’s Club, it’s like Costco or any one of those cavernous warehouse-type stores that you have to have a membership card to get into, and they sell everything in ENORMOUS quantities.
i, personally, don’t have a Sam’s card, so when i get to go there with somebody who has one, it’s a real treat. the last time i was there, it was quite exciting for me. i just like looking at all those huge huge things; it’s like getting a peek inside a giant’s grocery store. plus, i was there with somebody who was very cavalier about the huge-thing purchasing, and soon our cart was loaded with all kinds of enormous things. quite thrilling, and a fun diversion on a saturday morning.
this as opposed to an old boyfriend i had, who was a little obsessed about the giant stores. this was in LA, and there, the stores were always stuffed with people all the time. big large people waddling along pushing their big huge carts, shuffling and taking up all the aisle. the worst thing is that my old boyfriend walked down EVERY SINGLE AISLE, stopping to look at almost EVERY SINGLE ITEM. shopping was a serious and weighty endeavor for him, and after about two or three hours of it, i’d lose my mind completely and would have run screaming from the store if i’d been able to push all the huge people out of the way. my boyfriend didn’t usually buy much of anything, he just like examining everything closely. he was an engineer. he designed antennas for space ships or rockets or something kind of hush-hush. i think his brain was just way way way too different from mine. he was a very nice fellow, but i couldn’t envision spending the rest of my life being trapped in Costco with him.
ok then,
grace