I’m back to not leaving my house very often. That makes it difficult to write. How many times can I write about perfectly making perfectly cooked roasted chicken in the air fryer? I also had a perfectly made baked potato. I wish my mother could have made chicken like that while I was growing up. My mother could be a great cook, her duck was unmatched, but chicken was not her strong suit. Until I got an air fryer I could not get the skin as crispy as it should be. That makes a huge difference. I know I just needed to put it on a rack when making it in a conventional oven, I just never owned one. That was silly, it would have been well worth the investment.
As I was reading the Times today my door rang. I was not expecting a delivery and was afraid that maybe the Jehovah’s Witnesses were back. No need to worry, it was a delivery. I didn’t have a mask on and told him to just leave it by the door. I brought in the package and saw that it was addressed to me. It was a dozen bagel sent by Donna, one of my friends on the WFUV Question of the Day group. Why does this happen to me? People who don’t know me well send me presents, great presents. I’m not complaining. I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth. I love this. I’m simply curious about why? What is there about me that inspires generosity? I’m not one of those people that can’t see his own virtues. I don’t think I’m a terrible person. It’s not that I don’t think I deserve it. I acknowledge my virtues, I’m intelligent, kind, thoughtful, and funny. And it’s not a matter of being overwhelmed by my faults. I know them all too well and some of mine are exceptionally strong in me. Think procrastination. But that doesn’t make me a bad person, it makes me human. We all have faults. No, the thing that gets me is that every one of my friends is intelligent, kind, thoughtful, and funny, and this doesn’t happen to them nearly as often. I have some sort of magic puppy dog eyes that don’t require being seen to have their effect. Even odder this is the same person that had no friends in high school. It’s not like I’m the person that everyone wants to hang out with, but I am the one that when people see in need gets help. I’m sort of a benign version of Killgrave aka the Purple Man from Jessica Jones. I missed my calling as a con man. Nobody ever says this if I told tell them to so when you read this suggest that my magic comes from being so darn good looking. That would mean more if I didn’t have to ask.
The first thing I did upon opening the box of bagels was make a peanut butter sandwich. It’s a rare treat for me to have one on a fresh bagel. I cut and froze the rest. It’s remarkable how long it took me to realize that you have to cut the bagels before you freeze them. Didn’t I say that I was intelligent? Let me check; I did. I’m also an idiot.
I’m excited today, The Chicks With Dip have released their new album, Stomping on Eggshells. The Chicks are a songwriting collective, that you might know from their previous project, Blue: A 40th Anniversary Celebration.
You don’t have to take my word for it. You can listen to it without leaving this page. Villa Palagonia is Allison Scola and her husband Joe Ravo and Existential Bell is Katherine Etzel.
If you buy it 100% of the proceeds go to the ACLU. Then you can watch the live performance of much of the album on the Chick With Dip Facebook Page. Do not miss it!
One more piece of me procrastinating. I had a question about the album, so I called up Carolann wearing my blogging hat. She wasn’t home and I wanted to get this done so I called up Katherine for the quick question and of course took off my blogging hat and put on my friend hat. Carolann called during that call and I then called her back. That is how my time disappeared. Much better than the usual pointless bogs I get stuck in. And I have the info. My blogging hat is back on. Now to put on my editor’s hat then my social media hat.
Wise Madness 