July 19, 2010 - Pic Pick: Photo with Caption
I made this for Adam when we first started dating about 8 years ago; back when I had a flair for the melodramatic and an obsession with Sarah McLachlan.
Miss that haircut, but not those glasses.
Always let your conscience be your guide
When Adam and I first started dating, he didn’t want me using his real name/picture on my blog—this was pre-Tumblr, btw. To accommodate his wishes, I would refer to him as Neutron (Adam→Atom→Neutron), and I represented him with a picture of Jiminy Cricket. The image wasn’t a random throwaway; he made me want to be a better person and I considered him to be my conscience.
Well, last night I was watching Horton Hears a Who and one of the characters mentioned something about cookies. That’s when I remembered that I had about a 1/2 cup of Ghirardelli semi-sweet chocolate chips in the pantry. I dashed to the kitchen, scaled the recipe down to use what I had left of the chips (do you know how difficult it is to do math when you’ve got cookies on the brain, or for that matter measure out 1/2 an egg?) and baked the cookies at 9:30 on a Sunday night.
Here’s the thing: I don’t even like chocolate chip cookies. What I do like is eating enough cookie dough that contracting salmonella becomes a distinct possibility. As I sat on the couch, using my silicone spatula to scrape the dough from the mixing bowl into my gaping maw, I thought to myself “Who’s going to drive me to the hospital if I get violently ill?” and then I thought “Adam would if he were here, but I probably wouldn’t be doing this if he were.”
That, my friends, is what you would call a paradox.
