Ahh, the home life. How strange it was to wake up in the comfort of my old bed, bending my head up in that habitual way to look at my clock. It's already eleven. It's so funny, I always used to wake up at 10, at the absolute latest, yet the moment I go off to college, I'm starting to sleep in. I'm not sure if I like it, but I do need the rest; I'm always cursing the initially harmless sound of my alarm clock. When I first heard the soft beeping, I laughed at it, yet it's gotten into my head like a lepruchan stomping on my toes. But today, no such sound interrupted my rest. I fall out of bed and take a shower... in my old shower. The powerful showerhead pelts me on the head with big, condensed drops. No such pleasure can be derived from my college shower. Upon getting dressed and heading downstairs, my mother reminded me of a great surprise: Danish Onions are in the house.
Lunch:
Naturally, I needed to make good use of the Danish Onions, which I have not had in probably two, three years. You see, I was first introduced to these crispy, deep fried delicacies until I visited Denmark in 1999. All over the place, Danes put these unique Onions on their hot dogs, and to our surprise, they were surreal tasting. Since that time, my Danish Uncle, Uncle Jens, has often delivered Danish Onions to us after visiting his homeland. Well, I decided to have a hot dog for lunch, and I poured these crispies all over the sizzling dog. They make hot dogs infinitely better. it isn't even funny.
Dinner:
After spending the day mostly working on reading assignments and such, I needed a delicious home-cooked meal. My Ma and Pa delivered: We had perfect, medium rare cooked steaks, with a few spices sprinkled on top, the most delicious buttered bread I've had in a century, Caesar Salad, and Macoroni Salad. Absolutely suculant. For dessert, I had freshly cooked, homemade chocolate chip cookies and batter. Mmmhmmmm.
Diner:
After spending nearly two hours in an AIM chatroom, we Onions finally decided that we should go to the diner. Yes, we are idiots. Unfortunately, Ian disappeared with the last copy of Assenchip into Bordor, and Nicklaus decided not to come, so it was only Jesse, New Bill, and myself. It was radical, nonetheless. Seeing as I had my usual French Onion Soup the night before at the BFD, I decided to change it up. I ordered a medium rare cheeseburger (not deluxe), and it was surprisingly good. However, I wasn't especially hungry after my big dinner, but really, is a trip to the diner about the food? No sir.
-Professor Nesto
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