GOULASH

When  we didn’t  have anything else to eat for dinner, my mom would make goulash.  I think this could be a nice meal for other families. But in our case it felt like catchall for anything left in the fridge, which really wasn’t pretty. Corn was always involved. 

Honestly, our goulash looked like if a dog had gotten into the trash, eaten a bunch of stuff they shouldn’t have, and then got sick.  I’m sorry. I know that’s an awful image. I’m really good at saying disgusting things and I’m too tired (a good tired) to filter.

The point is that this week’s newsletter is goulash. It’s a little bit of everything all rolled into one but probably not quite as sassy as the Meredith Brooks song I just poached that line from.  At first it was going to be a creative goulash, at least. I was gonna pull random notes from my iPhone without trying to connect any ideas or stitch it all together. But at this very moment, even that seems like too much effort. So now I’m just going to type a bunch of random stuff as it comes into my head. Look out for corn.