Cream Cheese

A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged; it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and time in which it is used.
-- Oliver Wendell Holmes, American Jurist (1841-1935)

I started reading a new book last night, so it was pretty easy to dive into the new routine this morning - read, walk (ELO went with me this time), shower. It was at this point that the flow of my day came to a screeching halt.

Breakfast.

There is a package of cinnamon-raisin bagels in our refrigerator that decided this morning to send tantalizing waves of psychic temptation (or something) to my brain, and in homage to Emeril Lagasse I said, "Oh, yeah, babe." Because I knew we had cream cheese in the house - leftover from this really tasty stuffing goop the WGH made up to fill his mushroom caps the other night. He only used half the package, so there would be plenty left for me to slather on the bagels.

I checked the fridge, saw the silver wrapped package in the dairy compartment, grabbed the bagels and plopped one in the toaster. Opened the fridge again to get the cream cheese and discovered that what I thought was the silver wrapping of the good ol' Philly was actually ... butter.

Dangit. Turns out the WGH had used the entire package, and there was enough of his stuffing left over that we now have a small bowl of lovely crab spread, perfect for snack crackers, sitting on the second shelf of the refrigerator. Yummy.

For lunch, maybe.

Of course, I had no choice. The bagel was toasted, and you simply can't eat a cinnamon-raisin bagel with just butter, now can you? So, I threw on the shoes and went to the grocery.

We needed milk anyway.

Needless to say, because of the whole I had to go to the store to get cream cheese and milk thing, I'm getting a late start on the rest of my work day. But you have to laugh at the irony of it all.

Conscience: What's your excuse for not getting anything accomplished on the book today, JB?

Me: I didn't think crab spread would taste quite as good on a cinnamon-raisin bagel as it does on a snack cracker.

So, with Rossini's Overture Barber of Seville getting ready to crank up on the CD player (from The Cartoon Classics You Love), I am diving into the manuscript to see if I can't get my homicide lieutenant to find the exact piece of evidence he needs.

Let's Do Lunch! Be sure to stop by the Lunch Room tomorrow for my interview with the witty and brilliant Robert Fate, author of the outstanding new Baby Shark series. I know you'll enjoy our conversation.

In the meantime, read a book!

=) JB