A few things:
First of all, making tea is an art.
Knowing how long to steep and then how long to heat is crucial in having a jug of tea that is potable.
I know how long the tea-making process should take to make my tastebuds breakdance across my tongue, but I dare say that it varies from person to person.
Second, exceptional chili has a secret ingredient. No, it isn’t cocoa powder. Some people use alcoholic beverages as the undisclosed component. I do not speak of such things. Nor is the secret ingredient cinnamon, although I love cinnamon.
I made some chili recently. We ate almost the entire pot in one meal. I will always put that ingredient in my chili. Whew, boy. Maybe it was coffee, but perhaps it wasn’t. I can’t say for sure.
Third, having the perfect chili and tea at the same meal is like winning the billion-dollar lottery. It’s rare, and it disappears before you know what hit you.
Fourth, I’ve only got 72 more days until the year ends. I’m running out of things to talk about. I understand why some people in the newspaper game concoct false narratives, get overly dramatic, and do outrageous stunts to create stories to report.
They have to fill up multiple pages of newspapers in 8 or 9-size font every day of the week.
They’re trying to make deadlines and reach the exact word count required.
That last word in that previous sentence was number 241. I’ve got quite a few more to go before I reach 300-400.
So right now, we’re stuck in a conversation, like when that guy got extremely close to your face to talk to you, and he hadn’t brushed since the Carter Administration, but you’ll feel bad if you regurgitate all over his shoes. So the conversation keeps going until you feel like you’re in a time warp, and the Twilight Zone music starts playing in your head.
You keep saying “wow” to everything he says, and you keep hoping someone waves you over to give them the Heimlich so you can exit the heart-to-heart dialogue about something you know nothing about.
And if I’ve ever been that guy to you, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.
Okay, now I’m at the correct word count.
I think I hear somebody choking.
to those kind enough to keep reading these,
– Caleb
caneymountainblog.com 