Today I went to the Reading Terminal market to pick up some Thai basil and a lime. I am having my first go at making kang dang. That's chicken with vegetables in red curry and coconut milk. I may make it with fish or even just vegetables instead of chicken. I am definitely not making it with chicken because I don't have any chicken and don't want any chicken. None of the grocers had any Thai basil, so I'm rolling with Italian instead. I think that will work out OK. I bought some basil from that Wegman's superdupermarket yesterday (they were out of Thai basil too) but it wilted the moment I got home. Seriously, within minutes. I've never seen anything like it.
After my trip to the market I tried hanging out in a shop for a bit. I was hoping to get some work done and run into a few people I like running into. Unfortunately, I was driven out by the music. If I can still hear you playing U2's Lemon while I am listening to Black Flag cranked all the way up on my headphones, then you definitely have the music up way too loud for a shop. And you are tone deaf with tin ears. How anyone can not turn Lemon off the minute it starts playing is beyond me.
Normally, when I hear a song I don't like, I say to myself, "I don't like this song," except the expression I actually use is, "Well, this sucks." Sometimes, if it's really bad, I'll remark, "Wow, this is really bad." Only I say it like, "Well, this @#$king sucks." A truly terrible song will typically cause me to leave the area altogether. And then there's this Lemon song. To spend so much time and energy creating and marketing a song that is so mindbogglingly terrible and pretentious is a crime against humanity. Lemon inspires me to violence, for which I will need a map to the stars' homes and a claw hammer.
P.S. Chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken.