Bạn đang xem bản rút gọn của tài liệu. Xem và tải ngay bản đầy đủ của tài liệu tại đây (255.5 KB, 2 trang )
POTATOHASH
HashisthekindofbreakfastthathappenswhenIplanto
gogroceryshoppingonaFridaynight.Thisisnevera
goodidea.Letmegiveyouanideaofhowitworks.
ThePlan:IwakeupFridaymorningfreshanddewy-faced,
readyforafulldayofwork,followedbyatriptoNewYork
Mart for some produce, a quick subway ride home, and a
fewhoursofcooking.Mywifegetshome,weenjoydinner,
playacoupleroundsofonlineJeopardy!,catchanepisode
o fHowIMetYourMother, and hit the sack early, ready to
faceaheartybreakfastinthemorning.
TheReality:IwakeupFridaymorning,barelyoveracold
from earlier in the week, head in for a day at work, get
caughtinmeetingsallmorningbeforefinallygettingtostart
myrealworkinthelateafternoon,don’tgetasmuchdone
as I hoped, and say, “Screw it, it’s Friday, time for happy
hour.” Rather than go grocery shopping, I get a cocktail,
then realize that New York Mart is now closed,
acknowledge the grave error I’ve made in my meal
planning, and send down another cocktail to keep the first
one company. My wife ends up meeting me downtown for
another cocktail, followed by dinner out (that’s a bottle of
wine and an after-dinner drink), and since we’ve already
madeanightofit,wemightaswellreally make a night of
it.NextthingIknow,it’snoononSaturday,thedogneeds
to be walked, and I’ve got nothing but a few potatoes, a
coupleofeggs,andsomerandomleftoversinmypantryto
nurseusbacktogoodhealth.
Thankgodforhash,right?