yet another revelation...

Yesterday, I made homemade french onion soup. I used broth from a roast I made a few weeks a go. I sauteed the onions until they were that perfect opaque color. I seasoned it, and it simmered all afternoon in the crock pot. I went to the store and fought with the crowds of college students in order to purchase deli provolone and a loaf of thick french bread. And then I returned home, and put my bowl of soup, saturated with french bread and covered with provolone into the oven so that it could get that toasty melted brown. It was perfect, until I went to eat it. Then I realized that I was one person, with an entire pot of soup..and noone to eat it but me.

ode to my fridge...

I love the way my milk is kept
nearly icy cold
I love the way your drawers pull out
and how you're free of mold
But lately I have noticed that
you don't smell so nice
And I wonder what the stench is
that assails me with the light?

** In case you didn't figure it out already, my normally nice fridge had developed an ODOR that I couldn't locate. Weird. I don't have stinky foods. Mostly, my fridge is packed with condiments, canned soda, my Brita pitcher, and assorted cheeses. Intent to discover the stench, I began opening and closing random tupperware containers. The red onion smelled like onion. The milk was fresh. I don't have any unfrozen meats. Cooking oil was okay, as was the beef broth that I plan on turning into french onion soup. I tossed the Feta, though it smelled like feta and not rancid decaying flesh. Finally, container number 6--broccoli. It was, at one time, frozen broccoli. I put it in a container to take for lunch one day, forgot to take it with me, and it's been in the fridge ever since. I'm pretty sure this is what it is, though I haven't proven it as a successful hunt and find mission yet. More on the stink-finding mission later.

Today is my one year anniversary with my company. I received a lapel pin. A lapel pin, you say? Why yes! I was gifted with my VERY OWN lapel pin with the company logo. Where does a person who owns no lapels wear a lapel pin to, you ask? Well, you DON'T! I guess this is one of those things that will be tossed in the jewelry box, along with my 5 year pin from the Palace, my sorority badge, and assorted other reward pins. Hello? What am I, 60? My grandmother wore lapel pins. I loved my grandmother, but I am not wearing a lapel pin. If I had digital camera, I would post a picture of it. I would rather have money...or a gift card...or something. Maybe in 25 years, I'll have grandchildren and I'll pull it out and show them and relive the illustrious days of slaving away in dredges of the payroll department. (Of course, I need to locate a husband and pop out a few rugrats before I begin planning on the grandkids.)

*note to self-ask for a digital camera for Christmas.

Happy Weekend!

I'll post if I want to, JoDee!

I am not dead.

That is all.