...there was chicken, and it was roasted, and it was good.
That seems like as good a reason as any to begin blogging--postprandial happiness from the wonderful chicken I just cooked. Although like An Briosca Mor, I realised I was spending plenty of time commenting on others' blogs. So here goes. Maybe I'll be an active blogger; then again, maybe not. We'll see.
I'm calling this blog "The Book I'm Not Reading," after Patty Larkin's song and in honor of all the grad school work I should be doing instead of blogging. Then again, maybe the book I'm not reading isn't written yet (to quote PL).
Rob, I'm finally blogging. Now you'll get to see that my (bloggable) life perhaps isn't that interesting after all :-)
Now--as for that chicken. Simple and as delicious as it gets. One 4 pound organic chicken, some olive oil, salt, pepper, and a lemon inside. Hmmmm, wonder where I got the recipe! I like to call it "ass chicken," mainly because "ass" is such a fun word to say. Mwa ha ha.
The article I'm not reading: Hill & Mannheim's "Language and World View."