Burning Potatoes
Sunday evenings are always a mixed bag for me. It seems like 9 times out of 10 they make me feel depressed. The weekend is over, and I have to begin a stressful week once more. I know it's like this for nearly everyone, but sometimes it just feels good to acknowledge the obvious things. Here lately however, these drab evenings have lightened up a little bit. This is mainly because I now work the evening shift 1430-2300, whereas a couple weeks back, I worked 0700-1600. This new schedule aliviates a lot of the rush and pressure I used to feel in the mornings. If I wake up late, I still typically have about 3 hours to do whatever I want. All this extra time makes my Sunday evening feel less like a death-row countdown.
This Sunday, I was feeling great about things. The weekend overall was fantastic, I got to spend most of it with Paisley and we went over to Sean and Haley's house for a double date Cards Against Humanity ordeal. We do these get-togethers every other weekend and they are always very fun! I also started learning HTML and developing this website, which had been a goal of mine since the 9th grade.
So the evening roles around and I wrap up my code and deploy the updates to the website. At this point I'm famished and I was down to eat just about anything I could find in the kitchen. First thing I saw in the fridge was eggs and potatoes. Done. That right there is an edible meal, it's not a complicated situation. I cut the potatoes rather thick and mixed them in my skillet with butter, kinda like fried potatoes but thicker and coin like. Because of the density, these tater coins were taking a while to cook. I impatiently turned the heat up on the stove in hopes of speeding up the process. I would place a bet that no one knows where this story is going to go at this point. I found my eyes drifting away from the taters and onto my TV that had S1 Adventure Time playing on it. I got even more distracted because the first Adventure Time episode I ever saw was the one that was playing. As I was watching this episode, I remembered being in Noahs room and how we created a game that involved running up and down the hallway during commercial breaks. I also remembered the abrupt ringing of the smoke alarm.... Wait that's not a part of the memory! I snapped out of memory land to an extremely loud alarm, and immediately casted my eyes to the taters. They were getting crispy to say the least. I did not want my neighbors to hear this alarm and freakout, so I opened a window and turned off the stove. I also ran upstairs and blewout the candle on the ledge as a coverup. My air purifiers hit zero percent because of the smoke. It felt like the mothership known as my townhouse was all systems a-down. No pure air!? How will I function? Eventually the alarms stopped and the percentage on the purifiers slowly climbed back up. I scraped the crispy potatoes onto a plate and proceeded to make perfect scrambled eggs. The meal was complete, burnt potato coins, a scramble, hot sauce, and cheese. I begin to take a bite out of one of the potato coins. Not bad, a little undercooked.