Question: would freezing temperatures kill any potential salmonella issues that may be going on in a food item? Because for the last twenty minutes I’ve been sitting here, staring catatonically at the computer screen (baby animals, mostly) and eating hard little balls of frozen cookie dough. I whipped up this batch (though “whipped up” makes it sound as if it were easy, and baking is never easy when I’m involved) a couple days ago for friend’s birthday, baked half for her and froze the rest for later. I felt so mature, doing that, as if the mere act of freezing a dessert would make me forget that it existed.
Well, anyway, it’s done now. I’ve consumed the equivalent of three raw eggs, and it was delicious, and I REGRET NOTHING, so let’s just stop talking about salmonella.
Yawn. I just got back from playing trivia at a bar with some of my coworkers. I was bad. I’m always bad at trivia. I contributed two answers in the entire 60-question game: one about Das Racist (Maine Boyfriend liked ’em. I only like them if I am watching one of their music videos with the volume on mute) and one about the Ziegfield Follies. Sorry coworkers! Sorry also that you saw how a single beer makes my speech slur.
In conclusion, I need to make a sub-resolution to my resolution to write something on here every day: no putting it off until right before bedtime, when the only thing I can think about is sleep, food, and boys. During the day, at least, I also think about books and diseases and the occasional lofty ideal. (Look at all the facets on me!)
I will be back tomorrow with some real writing. It will be so beautiful. Your earth will be shattered. Your life, changed.