Tonight's Special Guest Star

So Automatic thinks he knows me so well. In honor of our deep friendship, I have asked him to be a guess blogger on my site today. So, without futher ado, here is his entry. Unedited and unadulterated. Enjoy.



My clothes reek of oil and blackening spice from yesterday's cooking. I love it. Blackened tuna with a black bean and corn slasa, sweet potato fries and ginger garlic wilted baby spinach. My girlfriend loves my cooking and I love her. Nicole is probably fixing a sandwich right about now and if it tastes good it's because I originally made it for her. And I can't believe I haven't blogged about this before. I always write with some beverage beside me and a dish or snack of my creation between my lips. Right now there's a Mojito and some of yesterday's homemade salsa. My fingertips smell like Jamaican/Southern American spices. Give me spicy and give me sweet tea. I've decided to grow a few herbs. I have mint, rosemary and basil outside right now. They seem to be the proper Bud repellent. I have fresh mint in my Mojito now. I like tending to things before I cook them. There's no joy in opening a can, heating it and having your meal. I want to feel the tenderness of the steak, the paper peeling off the garlic or the blade slide right past my fingertips through the tomato. I want to know where things come from and how they are grown. I need to know what goes into my body. I need to cook on gas. I need to cook barefoot. I need my girlfriend to smell my hands to know where the meal will be good or not and then I need to smell her hair where her hands went through. Every emotion goes right through my hand into my cooking. It's been a pretty breezy and cool day. I'm thinking of shrimp and pepperjack cheese quesadillas with a corona.
Time to take my shoes off.