Le maudit Mo D.

meat smoke

I listened to the Valentines Day episode of This American Life today. Ira, that controversial piece of radio ass, said something along the lines of "being in love only lasts eighteen months. Science has proven this. After that, being in love is replaced by other things. Affection, comfort, etc." I thought about this for a bit. I've been hanging with the Bob-man for nearly five years. I love him a whole bunch, but yeah. I concede, the days of my feeling lustful and longing for him, finding his every move and word unimaginably dreamy, and getting that tingly feeling when he walks through the door are pretty much over. We're married, and contrary to what popular culture wants you to believe, marriage stops being about that pretty quick. Marriage changes the meaning of the word love. And not in a bad way, mind you. Marriage is like a car. When you first get it, its exciting. It smells good, it looks good, you can't believe you have it. And then, after a few oil changes, it just becomes...your car. You like it and appreciate it it, and you'd be lost without it. Shiny newness is temporary. Enjoy it. I sure as hell enjoyed mine.

Bob was a good husband today and stopped at the HEB on his way home and bought hamburgers to make for dinner. He learned his indoor burger making technique from Alton Brown. I watched Alton's cooking show at my mom's house, as she has cable and I do not. Too much production. Anyway, Alton's home burger instructions (pan-frying) resulted in the meat giving off so much smoke that the smoke detector went off and the kitchen and dining room area filled with a thick white cloud. I hate it when this happens. It makes our house smell like Burger King and I don't like Burger King. I worry that my stuffed animals will smell like charred cow flesh even though they are on the other side of the house. I coughed a lot. Meat smoke makes for unhealthful breathing. The burgers were tasty, though. Alton knows how to pan-fry a burger.

Just read something about a ground beef recall. Oh well. If I wake up with a hoof in my mouth, it's been fun. I got to be married to Bob.