dear sky rockets in flight diary,
not thinking of an afternoon delight over in my neck of the woods, for shore. i just woke up again. the second go around for me. i was extremely tired that time. seems like i sleep so much better after i wake up and go back to bed for some dumb reason. ima make sausage in a bit. the good kind of sausage too, the kind from the meat market in arthur. oh hail. i'ma use the magic skillet to cook it in. have i ever told y'all bout the magic skillet? i know i've made mention of it several times, but do you know what makes it magic? it was my grandma's skillet. it is nothing but an aluminum plug-in electric sunbeam skillet- with a lid- that is so fucking old the cord is a fire fucking hazard, but i still use the bitch because everything that gets fixed in that skillet tastes like a fucking masterpiece- a glorious dream. i shit you not. something about that skillet makes food taste different- so good- it's magic. from scrambled eggs and bacon to fried chicken or a grilled cheese, that skillet is a must have for any chef who wants to cook like grandma did.