biscuit trauma

it's friday morning, which means when i get to work today essau (the asst. manager, that's his real name) is going to ask me to make biscuits and gravy for weekend brunch special. i kind of dug my own grave on this when i started making a small batch of biscuits for me and my saturday brunch coworkers a few months ago. essau took notice of this, and decided i should make a big batch to sell.

the problem? i don't have a mixer, i do it all by hand. making a dozen biscuits is easy, making 4 or 5 dozen at a time has started to tear my left shoulder out of its socket. essau says that we can start ordering frozen biscuits. no way in hell, dude. pride will cause me to continue making the damn biscuits until my shoulders disintegrate. 

enough about that. this is my first post for blogger. i have had a blog on my myspace page for two years now, but technical issues with that sight are driving me crazy. at the suggestion of my friend rosa, i started a blog here.

in the future, i will be writing about any and everything. books, music, politics, and general everyday weirdness will all get their due.

i won't lie, i am a whore for comments, even negative ones. disagreement is welcome if it leads to intelligent debate. name calling, however, will not be tolerated. please check back frequently.

brian

currently reading: Samaritan by richard price