Huqleberry Redux

I started the day off early and I’m happy to observe it is only 2:20 pm.  I woke up and immediately started to write, pen to paper my friend.

Time stopped briefly while I prepared myself lunch.

How inspired!  When cooking for myself I usually forgo taste and focus on subsistence.  My token meal is an egg sandwich with hot sauce.  Well today I decided to use the cooking skills that I possess to produce a delicious, BOMB ASS some might say, lunch.

Sauteed butter and garlic shrimp along with cous-cous.  Flavorful indeed.  Especially the cous-cous with fresh tomatoes, coriander, chili powder, and chaat masala.

All of this magic was taking place in the kitchen while Charlie Parker played his saxophone on the vinyl magic machine.  To be alone… How lovely it can be.

I have nothing to complain about.  The sun is shining and I’m surprised that I’m writing because usually I feed off of quiet suffering to produce work that I’m satisfied with.  ‘Tis not the case today.  I only wish there was an (clean) ocean to jump into outside of my window.  Pacific maybe.  Central American Pacific… Fuck yeah.

Tags: Bebop, Charlie Parker, coriander, jazz, shrimp, sun, surf, the weather, tomatoes, Writing

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