Pot Roast and the Zombie Apocalypse
Yesterday, I mentioned that we should make some sort of stew or pot roast so the house was filled with the warm, inviting scent of roasting meat and vegetables for most of the day. I didn’t think anything of it, and figured it would happen later in the week, but upon waking this morning, I heard grocery bags being unloaded and discovered the process had already begun to try a new pot roast recipe that included carrots, celery, potatoes, parsnips, beef broth, chicken broth, a finish of red wine, herbs, and a few other ingredients. As I’ve sat here going through some work I need to finish, the fragrance keeps getting stronger; it feels like a home should.
It’s been a really enjoyable day. We picked up a couple of pounds of coffee from Starbucks, went running for a few miles on one of the scenic trails here in town, then parked under the stars and had hot fudge sundaes at Dairy Queen once it had grown dark. After returning home, I started The Last of Us on Playstation 3, which I bought back in July upon recommendation from one of you (hat tip to Andrew), and which Aaron has been relentlessly pressuring me to play since he beat it shortly after it arrived. He was laughing so hard at my inability to spot the zombies (I would run right into them) that he couldn’t breathe. It turns out, when faced with a life-threatening, anxiety-filled situation, I do not freeze like most people. Instead, all of my common sense abandons me, I turn into Rambo, run full speed ahead, and shoot indiscriminately at any sort of movement while screaming two octaves above my baritone speaking voice. Humans, I can handle. Turning a corner to see a guy in a hospital gown chewing on the face of someone else? My first response is, “kill it with fire!” rather than be calm and collected.
I have yet to reach the same zen-like mastery of the zombie apocalypse as Mr. Green. He hands out more headshots than a high school photographer on picture day.