Roker on the Road

My roommate rearranged our living room and somehow moving the tv across the room enabled us to pirate cable. We don’t get a ton of great channels but ones like cinemax, c-span, espn, etc. I spent last night on the couch watching “Roker On the Road” on the food network. I didn’t know Al Roker hosted his own show about foods across the country. Kind of interesting considering he obviously had an eating disorder and had gastric bypass surgery. I really wish we got HBO!

When I tuned in to “Roker On the Road” there was a segment about a brother and sister in Massachusetts who started a company called Grandma’s Chicken Soup which ships chicken soup to anyone around the country (you can order it on the internet). The sister said it was a really wonderful and creative idea to send frozen chicken noodle soup to someone who is feeling sick. She said everyone loves chicken noodle soup and it makes you feel better. Since I’ve been sick for the past two weeks I’ve had many bowls of chicken noodle soup and it never made me feel better. There’s a real grandma behind the recipe of Gradma’s Chicken Soup. I don’t remember her name, but she said she would never tire of making chicken noodle soup.

The next segment was about the Harlem Tea Room. Apparantly tea rooms are popping up around the country and becoming more popular. Roker interviewed the owner. One thing I learned was that all the caffeine comes out of tea bag in the first couple seconds of brewing, so if you want decaffenated tea, you brew a cup for 30 seconds, dump the water out and brew a new cup with the same bag.

In seek of a button

I have not yet made my way to the rumored “button district” of Manhattan though my coat is missing a button. The button I lost has some fine details, so it might take some searching to find an acceptable replacement. I will probably go the remainder of this winter with 5 buttons instead of 6, pack up my coat when spring comes and forget about the missing button until next year.

Today, the proprietor of the place I work 2 days a week told me I should live in Vermont because my engergy “is like trees and animals.” Very strange! I found out recently that he and his brother are Buddhists — which in a way is a relief to hear, considering the name of the place and its sort of tacky decor. I don’t think I could live in Vermont — I need stimulation to keep me going.

green

My lunch was entirely green today: split pea soup and an apple (granny smith?).  I’m also wearing a green shirt.

Suddenly I’m feeling drowsy and weak — more than the usual post-lunch slump.  My muscles hurt because I forgot to stretch yesterday after running.  My co-worker and I discuss the merits of running a lot.  I don’t think anyone would find this blog very interesting.