Monday, June 15, 2015

Steve Has A Meal at Home

I have a problem with my new roommate. Let us call him, Mike. Because that is his name. He also goes by Mike 'n the Mechanics, as that is his blogger name. As he has a blog, over at  mikenthemechanics.blogspot.com. But, I do have a major problem living with my new roommate. And here's why...

For the last year, when it comes to feeding myself, I have been foraging around the proverbial country side like a proverbial baby goat. Meaning, that when it came time that my belly needed to be filled, I would simply drive to the nearest food establishment, not excluding gas stations, and give my complaining stomach the fuel it needed. I can honestly say, I did not prepare and eat a meal at my home, ever. Not once in the last year. Maybe more.  A life of always dining out, drive-thru’s[sp], and pre-packaged processed food stuffs. For the last year… maybe two.  Why I lived this life doesn’t matter, let’s just say it was frowned upon for me to use the kitchen in the old house…. A lot. I just accommodated this requirement by shifting to a diet not unlike a wild boar. One of wandering the forest in search of the easiest meal. If the boar had a credit card and free time to sit in the drive thru of Jack ‘n The Box for yet another feast of Egg Rolls.

Now, back to the new kitchen. Picture it… I am able to utilize an over the range microwave without reciting first the cleaning regimen in vivid detail.  It’s a brave new world.  Last night, during my commute home I began to mull-over what my dining choices would be, and what I was in the mood for. This is when the phone rang. A bearish voiced informed me that Curry Chicken was prepared and ready for consumption. At home! The gall of my new roommate to think he can just prepare a nutritious and delicious meal, then share it with me.  I just got settled into a self-sufficient bubble of only eating fast-food, and he goes off and makes a home cooked meal?  Think of the profit loss Jack ‘N The Box will face. Panda Express will face a round of lay-offs.

As I sat at my breakfast bar, this morning, I thought how I now will have to re-learn my eating habits. I watched the spoon move around the bowl, unsure it was my hand mixing my microwave oatmeal.  I wondered if the lady at Starbucks, the one who gave me my morning Blueberry Scone, was missing me. “…and people sit together in the morning and drink coffee… and eat? Like at Starbucks? But, at home?” I asked my new roommate, Mike. “Yeah.” He said as he sipped his coffee. “It’s called being family.”

7 comments:

  1. Wait. Jack 'n The Box has egg rolls????

    ReplyDelete
  2. A cleaning regimen? To use a stove? Someone may have just a few little teeny tiny issues.
    Sounding like a nice change you have going on there.

    ReplyDelete
  3. ....I couldn't get the link to the roommates blog to work. Is there possibly an error?

    ReplyDelete
  4. This makes me happy. A man needs to feel at home where he lives. And sharing it with family is even better!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Hi, Fearsome. Love your blog, btw! I think the link doesn't work because Steve accidentally included the period after the .com part of the hypertext. You can either click that link and then backspace over the backslash and period, then hit enter, or find his link over in the "Stevie B reads" roll. ~~~ NB

    ReplyDelete
  6. So, uh, yes...huzzah for home-cooked meals! Especially the kind that are unexpected, delicious (I'm certain) and prepared by family. But that part about it being frowned upon for you to use the kitchen in the old house gnaws at me. Why was that?

    ReplyDelete
  7. and it's cheaper and better to eat at home!

    ReplyDelete

Do not forget to add nicetoseestevieb.blogspot.com to your favorites tab.