“Because the only way we can get on with our business is if we finally bury publishing’s corpse and rechannel the energy we’ve spent propping it to build something new. Something that serves the needs not of editors, or marketers, or publishers, or shareholders, or the culture industry, but of writers and readers, who together are recto and verso of the literary community, which is to say, the only thing that matters.” -Dale Peck
I love to read and I like to write. Let’s do this.
Cook the chicken in a really hot skillet with some olive oil. Cook it until it’s done. Cut it open to check it’s ready if you want. You don’t have to finger it like chefs do, anyway, you’re going to cut it into chunks soon so it doesn’t matter. Let the chicken cool. Cut into aforementioned chunks. Sort out your avocados. Two small avocado to one chicken breast is about right. Chunk those and throw them in a bowl with the chicken. Add enough mayo to coat it all. Add some mustard but not so much mustard that the whole thing just tastes like mustard. Salt and pepper should be in there already. Jeezo. Add Worcestershire sauce to taste. Stir it, mush it, squish it with your hands if you want and then spoon into hot, lightly toasted muffins. Eat them like sandwiches. Elbows out, assume the position. No knives or forks allowed. You won’t regret it.
Recipe adapted from something I saw on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives
I can’t remember the last time I sat in the flat and watched a new film or listened to new music. Everything is comfortable and familiar. Maybe because a lot of other new ‘life’ things are happening just now? Good things, but lots of them. Maybe I’m just lazy? I think, I write it down, maybe I shouldn’t? Whatever it is, I’m watching Aliens. Again. Can you believe this film is 25 years old?!