Wednesday, February 11

The Quest for Corndogs

Dear Diary,
I am consumed with life. I never dreamed anything could give me such a rush. Each day pushes me beyond my human capacity—it’s a thrill a minute. Whee! I'm cooking again.

Not too many years ago, humans lived dangerously in untamed wilderness experiencing daily death-defying thrills. We used sharp saws and pointy tools; we hunted wild animals, and worked without unionization. We were edgy, risk-taking daredevils!

Then seat belts, safety harnesses, earplugs, and consumer advocates came to being. These have forced us to seek other venues to fulfill that primal urge--that primitive adrenaline rush that our ancestors felt just by living life .

It’s in our genes to live dangerously. We cannot be expected to tame that inborn urge after only a mere century of refinement. So we bungee jump, rappel off cliffs, skydive, drive in rush hour, and watch extreme television—all the while, we are seeking that exhilaration, the buzz, that ultimate excitement that our progenitors got just living life. We Americans thirst for challenge.

I GF cook. My challenge for today... making corn dogs for the 10 year old.

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