Two weeks ago, I wrote about chili and cinnamon rolls, and promised a three-part sequence. Thus, here is Post Number Two. As a quick reminder, in Part One, I gave my background with listening to The Eagle (KTGL Lincoln-Beatrice), and the morning when Joe and Timmo were talking about the combination of chili and cinnamon rolls.
Despite the name of this post, I have three claims.
(a) I am not Henry David Thoreau.
(b) I will not be spending a night in jail.
(c) GO ALONG! GO ALONG! GO ALONG! (though I am not full of contempt right now.)
Frequently, we say words without meaning, just to fill space. I am certainly guilty of this, whether the words be excess qualifiers (such as ‘very,’ ‘really,’ etc.), meaningless fillers (um, uh, and similar things) and muttering to myself or others. And I see this as a method of waiting in conversation. Here comes a stream of consciousness about waiting.
a collection of
a few haiku based on the
number in title
I’m making matzo-crusted chicken tonight, as a short break from grading papers, of which I still have ten to go.
But, the spices are essentially like what you get at Scarborough Fair.
Yes, because there’s parsley, sage, rosemary, and…