Thursday, July 29, 2010

Bachelor Cooking with Matt

It's time for another edition of Bachelor cooking. Well, another as in first edition of Bachelor cooking. Three years ago I attempted Salmon in a Pouch. Now I attempt something a bit more challenging...Chicken Parmesan.

Here's a recipe I pulled off of

4-6 chicken breasts
Italian dressing for marinating chicken
2 cups bread crumbs
1/2 cup Parmesan
garlic powder
salt and pepper
mozzarella cheese
spaghetti sauce
oil with 3 tbls. butter

I will not be following this recipe.

First step. Locate leftover store bought precooked chicken breast. Marvel at how well the chicken was properly breaded by a worker on an assembly line.

Second step. Apply cheese. Hmm, I don't have mozzarella or Parmesan. A slice of Swiss will have to do.

It's time to prepare the next and some might say the most important ingredient, The Sauce. This will take some time to prepare properly.

Prepared. Carefully coat both chicken breasts. And now it's time to cook this sucker.

Ohh, fumble. Go back ten spaces. Do not pass Go, do not collect 200 dollars. Grab a sponge.

The final product.

Technique: 1/4 stars
Presentation: 1/4 stars
Resourcefulness: 3/4
Taste: 4/4 stars
Final grade: Only the last category matters in Bachelor 4 stars. Booyakasha! Well done.

This has been another edition of Bachelor Cooking with Matt. Next week, Matt prepares a wild mushroom risotto.

Monday, July 12, 2010


My grandmother has always had health problems. Various conditions since she was a child. As she grows older, the conditions multiply. My grandfather is in perfect health, with a sharp mind to boot. Other family members always talk about how his father had lived to 100, and we fully expect him to do the same.


My grandfather had died suddenly. My family and I head to NC for the funeral. When we get to the church my grandmother declares that she wants her grandson to be the one to escort her into the service. I am 17 or 18 and I of course agree. We slowly walk out to the pew at the front of the church and sit down. My grandfather's coffin is in front of us. She is sad, but has a certain degree of composure, and strength. Strength that I don't expect to see in that old woman.


It is her 90th birthday celebration. Alzheimer's has stripped her of many of her memories, and she seems...old. Deep wrinkles, clothing slightly eschew, smeared lipstick. I have to leave the room, as tears come into my eyes. I compose myself, and we have a wonderful dinner and birthday celebration with her. She tells us stories multiple times, she misidentifies people, but...she smiles, she makes jokes, and she talks about wanting to do this again when she turns 100. I hand my camera to another family member, and ask them to take a photo of my grandmother and me. I am proud of her.

Friday, July 9, 2010


While talking with a friend last night, Walt Whitman came up.

And this got me thinking about poetry and life.

Sometimes, life can't be broken apart by science and engineering. Sometimes it's more poetry.

I think there are two types of people in this world. Those who want to know the ins and outs of everything, and those who are more interested in how it makes them feel.

For some people, the end is not what matters, it's the why. That the clock tells time isn't as important as what makes up that clock.

For me though, it's not the why, as much as it is the emotion behind things.

When you look at a sunset, do you think about the science behind it? Or do you let the sun's fading rays wash over you, and breath a sigh of relief that the day is done?

I don't think the world can be fit into neat little boxes or stanzas.

In Dead Poets Society, Mr. Keating told the students to tear out the pages that attempted to deconstruct poetry. And that's such a crucial scene.

Because poetry is about passion. Poetry is about emotion. Life is poetry.

And maybe we miss things when we try to deconstruct it.

Life is meant to be lived. Live is about the feeling.


Your new haircut makes you look 17, said our accountant. Not too long ago I'd get offended when someone said I looked young. Now...this old man takes it as a compliment.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

The highlight of my day

Being an Account Executive is a delicate balancing act. I have to represent the client to my coworkers, and I have to represent my coworkers to the client. Sometimes this means I'm at odds with people, but I feel like I really do try to look out for them.

I did a little finagling today that helped out a coworker. This coworker proceeded to come to my desk, repeatedly thank me, and loudly proclaim that I was the best ever. A few minutes later he presented me with an orange popsicle from his "secret stash." Dude, you don't even know what a huge pickup-me-up that was. Small gestures can mean a lot some times. That was the highlight of my day.

In a Metal mood

I've been listening to a lot of Metal recently. The last few days it's specifically been Metallica. I must have an anthem for my mood, and the mix of anger, defiance and steady, harsh beats tracks with my feelings and gives a purpose to my feelings.

Nothing else brings me up like their version of Turn the Page. The Spanish guitars at the beginning of Battery sooth my soul before they launch into fast paced rhythmic beats that make me bob my head while I work.

Pick me up Metallica. Let me rock out. Let me feel free. Let their be emotion, but let their also be purpose.

Monday, July 5, 2010


Summer: Hey.

Me: Hey Summer, how's it going?

Summer: Going good. remember Winter?

Me: Please don't remind me. I never want to see snow again.

Summer: Yeah, about do know that Winter's little show is forcing me to step up my game. I'm going to have to bring some inclement weather myself.

Me: Yeah...I kind of expected that. So a heatwave or two this summer?

Summer: Something like that. I'm letting August have the whole summer.

Me: But...

Summer: 100 degree weather all the time. Hot, humid, and hazy! Prepare yourself!

Me: This isn't fair...

Summer: And you think you'll be able to escape the heat during the evening? You won't! It won't dip below 85. I promise you!

Me: Summer, have you been drinking? What the hell?

Summer: Code red days till September! You'll be sucking ozone through a straw!


Summer: And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.

Me: Summer, stop this! You've clearly lost it. Now you're just quoting Pulp Fiction. I mean the Bible...I mean Pulp Fiction and the Bible.

Summer: The weather will be biblical! Droughts! Dust storms! Lightning!

Me: I'm signing off. I don't need this right now.