Nostalgia demands that I confess that early memories include waking up to the smell of coffee and the sounds of breakfast doings being done by the doers.

    I’m the doer doing the doings in my nuke-fam, and I now enjoy the production thereof as much as I once enjoyed the consumption thereof.

    Besides, I now have grinder, and beans disintegrate on the way to beverage-hood stink up the kitchen nicely.

    Heather says its smells like cigarettes but I think she’s completely off-base and should apologize.
        To me, to the beans, to God.

    A Chinese lady today tells me that I shouldn’t methodically and carefully peel the pith from my orange, that I’m discarding the most ‘nutritious’ part of the fruit and ruining it–RUINING IT!

    Petit and smiley lady, I peel the pith because it slows the eating process down and, since I don’t actually value the orange as food, I don’t give a crap about what nutritional value the damn thing has.     

    All that really matters is that it is not a corn chip nor has it a nougat center. I have a tangerine for later. ….I think it is later now.