Pete's Log: waffles!

Entry #531, (Life in General)
(posted when I was 22 years old.)
Never underestimate the power of a recipe that starts out with three sticks of butter.

Some people are adrenaline junkies. I'm an endorphine junkie. I'll do all sorts of abuse to my body for that euphoric feeling in the back of my head. Although adrenaline's pretty good too. Today on my way home from campus I used a higher gear than usual to go up the cleveland hill. Just now I biked the hill again and got into yet another higher gear. Not much longer and I won't even need gears on my bike anymore. Yeah, right. But I was rewarded for my efforts.

I spent a long time cooking today. While playing loud music. It was good. I made egg rolls for dinner. They turned out pretty good. Very filling. I made too many, but that's alright, now I've got food for tomorrow. Then I moved on to waffles. Good, yummy waffles. They turned out alright, although I was too full to eat an entire waffle.

Brought Anne and Annie a few waffles. I think my efforts were appreciated. Watched ER and Drew Carey with them. ER reminds me of the whole first responder certification process, I used to watch it on occasion in those days, but haven't watched it since. Attempted to rescue Annie from a menacing ladybug that was hanging out on her wall, but it foiled my attempt by hiding behind her bed. But I've noticed (and Anne agrees) that ladybugs have been really kinda agressive this year, as absurd as that sounds... the biking to and from was fun. I took the "cocky, flippant, and arrogant" approach to biking. I finally regained enough confidence in my balance to attempt a non-trivial turn while riding hands-free. Pulled off a 180 turn no problem. I'm amazing. Then on the way home my front light decided to quit serving its purpose, so while biking up one of the empty roads behind the athletic facilities, I took the thing apart and fixed it. The best thing is there were several NDSP officers at the end of this road and I bike up to them with my hands occupied with something entirely unrelated to their primary duty of steering the bike.

Emeril Lagasi (sp?) is my hero. I wish we got the food network.