I’m so nice, I even hang with vegans!
Imagine if Saint Peter testified against you in court, and popped you on your entire grocery list of sins, crimes (petty or not) and bad parking… what would the resulting sentence look like? How big would that fine be, or how many years would you face? Look deep into the skeletal closet of most anyone, and you’ll find more black stuff swimming in their heart than in a Calcuttan water main. It makes little sense to weigh people by their mistakes, then, if we’re only as benevolent as what the rest of the world doesn’t know. I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, because, trust me, there is much in you (and definitely me) worth doubting.
This type of optimism is actually a point of contention in my relationship. That’s not to say Russell is a pessimist, he’s just very careful about who he lets into his weird little world (and, by extension, mine). Nor is it to say I’m naive, I’m just more willing to take a chance on the unknown. The latter is not always a good thing. For example, I seem to have a difficult time making male friends without lines being crossed. I love to flirt, true, but that isn’t a license to proposition. Somehow men get it into their man-sized brains they have the capacity to take attention away from my man, if only for an afternoon of curiosity.
If I’m not naive, why do I do it to myself? Why engage people knowing the angle being played or the subtext being implied? Hope. Like bacon, hope is one of those things that everything is made better by. (See? I work a food reference into my food blog sometimes.) I would rather sift through a hundred characterless troglodytes (such a great word) to find that one, genuine friendship than miss the opportunity altogether. I don’t begrudge my boyfriend for not being as outgoing as his little train wreck, however. In a sense, he has it right: He’s not constantly having to backpedal out of awkward misunderstandings, or fend off the opposite sex with a beating utensil.
If insanity is doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results, I guess I’m just one crazy food bitch. Poor Russell. But he has to understand that if the other boys find out they’ll never drink my Kool-Aid, we’d lose our core audience. It’s marketing, bro.
Nice & Spicy Pork Roast
The spoils of my rewarding friendship.
- 3–4 lb pork top loin roast
- 2/3 cup raspberry preserves
- 1–2 chipotle peppers
- 2 cloves garlic
- 1 tsp cumin
- salt/pepper
Preheat oven to 325˚. Season roast with salt and pepper. Combine remaining ingredients in food processor or blender and puree. Rub glaze on all sides of roast and allow to marinate for at least 20 minutes (the longer the better). Bake for approximately 30 minutes per pound, basting occasionally. Once done, remove from oven and allow to rest for 5–10 minutes before carving. I used 2 chipotles in my glaze and it was pretty spicy. I would recommend only using 1, unless you’re a hot and spicy fiend like me.
Reflecting on my accepting nature, I realize I’ve been entrusted with quite a few secrets over the years. People—men especially—tend to fling their personal owl pellets at me almost immediately after shaking hands. Everyone seeks catharsis, I get that. But… what? Because I listen well, and don’t judge anyone for their vices, I couldn’t possibly be opportunistic and filled with scheming goodness? Wait, I’m not? Well, shit.
TWTG says, “But instead I will eat sausage and dance in the kitchen.”
sausage, bacon, pork loin. mmmmmm.
i’m so dumb i didn’t even realize it was all pig. love grilling sausage in the summer. grilled pork chops today, my daughter love them. and bacon speaks for itself.
Here piggy, piggy, sooey! I told my co-worker that I’d buy a pig with her if she takes care of everything and I just end up with mountains of pork in my freezer. Have you every had pork belly?
no, but i’ve been called it.
I’ll make it soon. It’s like bacon on crack on more crack with bacon sprinkled on top.
love your wit. would so adore having dinner and two bottles of wine and dessert and conversation with you.
Are you buying?
I have so many comments my head is swimming in a stream-of-consciousness kind of way that I’m just gonna let them flow. But first I have to wipe my daughter’s ass (literally) and put the kids to bed. I’ll be back.
How many kids do you have? And if I’m going to make a crock pot extravaganza for those mouths that you need to feed I need to know how old, what everyone hates and any other details you may find important (i.e. allergies). Unless you don’t give a shit, then just tell me what you like.
11, 9, 7…they know a hot meal is a treat and are not at all picky =)
I have reached the “Dad! Come supervise!” ass wiping point. I just check now. I’m so happy.
First one, how many times has Le Clown hit on you?
Le Clown has been a perfect gentleman. Now I feel bad. He must think I’m uggo
Kidding (2 or 3? We did just meet.)
I’m just playing around. Le Clown is a good, if not prone to spontaneous bouts of juggling.
Second, if Rich for real? Seriously?
I mean is. I hate type-os
I do believe he is real, however that is not his picture (he stole it from Bruce Springsteen). He’s a mystery man but a very talented author. Read his stuff
I’m on my way to yoga
I’ll answer you properly when I return
Third, you’re seriously hot and seriously smart. Deadly combination. OK, now I’m off. But I’ll be back. I’m only skimming at the moment.
Again, my love for you grows each day, with each subsequent compliment. Hell, get on a plane and I’ll just cook for you.
If you knew my lack of inspiration in the kitchen better, you’d be happy to know that I made flank steak enchiladas last night. I was so proud I poured double tequila shots into my marg.
Tomorrow, I will be posting a margarita recipe – or several. My little Autumn is coming over for a tasting (read lots of experimenting with tequila) tonight.
I don’t know which is better, the false starts or the end result. Yum.
This is so gorgeously written, but the myriad of comments that are popping through my mind require a journal. Let’s just say that you and I share a lot of similarities, and this piece freaking rocked.
Feel free to email me a book of thoughts and feelings. You make my heart sing
I will! Glad we met on Le Clown’s site (although my husband, like your BF, thinks blog friendship is weird…I think his 24/7 obsession with his golf balls is even more strange, so I win). =p
Very insightful! I, like you, tend to be more on the outgoing side and this has resulted in my own share of trainwrecks. So I know a lot of which you speak. *bows head in shared understanding*
I love you so much and if I had a dick would want to stick it in you too. I think it is because you are lovely that men want to cross that line because sex is like travelling, like really sharing, like really understanding another person.
You don’t have to worry I have no dick to stick, and really if I did I probably wouldn’t because that would be rude, but I love your blog, your voice. You make me feel better about me. Thank you
Aw, you make me laugh and smile. You should be happy to be you. You are beautiful
Not really sure how to follow the “dick to stick” comment but wanted to tel you that this rocks. “It makes little sense to weigh people by their mistakes, then, if we’re only as benevolent as what the rest of the world doesn’t know.” I love that quote and your mad writing skills, where’s my t-shirt?
I made a promise. 23 more followers and I will move to wp.org and set up my store. Be patient, you will be able honor me with 100% cotton goodness by summertime.
I am so with you. Let there be bacon and the world will rejoice!
I’m a member of Bacon Lovers on LinkedIn and they get all upset when I post non-bacon related recipes.
they don’t understand how deep the love is.
A tasty-sounding recipe that looks relatively uncomplicated. Will have to try this one soon… Thanks for sharing it!
Anthony – It’s funny but I rarely get comments on my recipes. Thanks for noticing! It really was good and easy.