Hey, that's us!
It's a warm Sunday afternoon. Kink is sound asleep on my lap. He's melting ... melting! Hot, limp cat draped over me.
The grits were good today, said the non sequitur. No, seriously, the grits were good today. Not too salty. I tell you, over salt the grits ONE time in 30 years and suddenly you're this guy:
That's right the Salt Monster from the original Star Trek, "Man Trap." Hey, it's not really a monster, it's just drawn that way.
Yes, I over-salted the grits and I nearly had my millionth batch of grits perfectly cooked. Now, the counter has been reset to 1. I'll put a sign in my kitchen -
Number of Days Since Over-Salted Grits: 1
Over-salting was just too easy. I was thinking "pasta" when I dumped in the salt. I knew it was too much but the evil part of my mind said, "So what?" and I carried on. Big mistake. I went from George Clooney stunt double to the Salt Monster in one fell shake. Literally.
Today, much chastened from my previous neglect and failure I measured out the salt in my palm like I always do. No dumping. Just a careful, precise-ish, half-teaspoon give or take a grain or two.
So, that's it. End of the month. End of NaBloPoMo. And the end, hopefully, of the Salt Monster.