telling stories and microwave bacon peach potato with a side of peach tomato olive blue salad

by Jason Songhurst

I think I know a lot. But I know that I don't. I know that; and I know that I think a lot.

Everything I experience and think about is the extent of my subjective existence in this world, and there are vast realms of experience and knowledge of which I know nothing. I've seen that a lot of my experiences have some characteristics in common, but each of them is also unique, each of them a moment in time. This fraction of eternity that I know, even the portion that I do know well, is so poorly remembered and so imperfectly experienced that it seems to require constant evaluation and re-evaluation to understand.

What I'm trying to say is, I forget everything.

I get lost in stories in my mind, stories that take me away from where I am. I experience physical pleasure only while distracted, through a body awareness dissolved into a rain barrel of stories.  I forget conversations because I get lost in stories instead of listening.

But I like the stories. The stories repeat back to me everything that I have already thought about or experienced in the world.

Some of the stories are memories.  Others are fantasies, plots and regrets.

Lots of those.

 In the middle of this sludge of stories, I hurt the feelings of my brother.  So, I'm not having dinner at his house tonight.  I want something kind of fancy, the stuff they cook over there, the kind of food people pay 20 a plate for in beautiful restaurants with civilized people.

What I've got is a couple of peaches, a tomato, some olives, a sweet potato, some bacon and some blue cheese dressing.

Slice the potatoes.

Dice the peaches and tomato.

Put a layer of peaches on the potato slices and seal with bacon.

Cook it in the microwave oven in a closed dish.  I used two plates.

The rest of the peach and the tomato go in a bowl with olives and blue cheese.

It wasn't fancy, but I really tasted the peach between the bacon and sweet potato.  My one complaint was that the potato was undercooked. I could have blasted it a bit harder with the microwave, but I got a little nervous, hearing the bacon popping. Just my skittish nature.

The peach tomato olive blue salad was great.  Lots of blue cheese because I wanted a bit of comfort food, so I went high fat tonight.  I don't want to forget that a story I tell myself might not be the same story that others tell to themselves, and I've got a story that tells me that a high-fat meal will help me to remember that. )))

P.S. I ate one last night, the other two slices tonight.  I nuked them for six minutes and then waited until the temperature was down to 140 before eating it.  The bacon was crisper and the potato was nice and soft.  Yummy.

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[Jordan 1]

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