...quiet, about a lot of things...
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Signs of Age
And as odd as it seems, my mind leaps to how old I am getting. It used to be my girl's whined about things being too hot. Now, it seems, it's my turn. Chicken wings, salsa, wasabi....all have to be taken down a notch. Are stewed prunes next??? Lord I hope not.
My father in law calls spicy food SEXY. I've always thought this was very cute. He's such a prim and proper man. It's really unexpected when he says.."Eh, that egg casserole is sorta sexy..huh?" And if he can stand a little heat in his mouth...well I should be able to as well, right??
He, alas, so over salts his food...it is highly possible that he tastes nothing. So I may have to rethink this line of logic.
Tomorrow I will write about the Police Concert in Denver.....Now that was HOT!
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