I do things that other people don’t do. Here’s an example, If the recipe says to heat the oven to 350º, I never do that. I feel sorry for the oven temperatures that never get picked. I feel sorry for them. It’s like when you’re a kid and you don’t get picked on a side to play baseball. I roast stuff at 354º or maybe 348º or maybe 357º. Frau Grace thinks I’m nuts.
I was buying vegetables yesterday and I saw this poor deformed cucumber:
I felt so bad for it. Nobody else would ever buy it. It would just end up in the dumpster. Well, I can’t let stuff like that happen. I bought it and brought it home. But I feel so sorry for it that I can’t bring myself to kill it and eat it.