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I have been keeping track of the books I read for about a year now but it wasn’t until around midpoint this year that I decided to actually track the month and year the book was read in. I was inspired by the extensive collection of Art Garfunkel. Whether I can keep a record for thirty + years of the books I read is debatable but it’s worth a shot to keep it going as long as possible.

One of the reasons I chose to keep a record was because I often forget a book that I’ve read years ago. One day it pops up in my mind but I have trouble recollecting the plot or the characters. Take for instance The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis. I know I’ve read most of them but I can’t remember which book I have not read or what happened in the books that I did read. Or take for example the Kay Scarpetta series by Patricia Cornwell. I know I’ve read most of the books apart from her newest works. However, I can’t for the life of me recall what happened in them. I don’t even remember where I stopped reading! It’s a bit frustrating.

The problem could be that I have a bad memory, that’s true. Still, I’ve found it much easier to record each book that I’ve read on this website and I think it has helped. Each book on my list I recall reading. I know the stories, I know the plots, I know the characters. Maybe it’s too early to tell but I think it’s helped a lot.

I thought about making the same kind of list for films because I have the same issue with movie plots, etc. I don’t know why, but it doesn’t feel as though it would be as rewarding. Maybe I’m just a book snob?

On an entirely different note, I’ve just found out what a po’boy is and I’m anxious to try one. They look both filling and comforting at the same time. Plus, they come in a variety of seafood-y goodness.

In fact, I’ve discovered recently the wonderful goodness that is the food blog (flog? blood -pronounced blue-d?!). I don’t cook a lot at home but boy, do some of these websites make me want to start! It’s hard having a mom who’s also a caterer. No, seriously! For all of my life she has been the one to make dinner every night and it’s difficult to get out of that mindframe. I find myself thinking things like she’d be upset if I tried cooking dinner or she’ll just meddle if I try and make anything (which she actually has but not too often).

You know, I bet if I asked her, though, she’d be more than happy to give up the right to cook for a night. It must suck eventually to have to cook every single night.

Another obstacle in my way is that I don’t really know what is in my mom’s kitchen. It certainly isn’t my kitchen. I bet if I asked her where everything is she’d be able to tell me lickety-split. It’s like my study - I’m sure she wouldn’t know where to find a book but if she were to ask me I’d be able to find it without a problem. When I enter the kitchen with the intent to actually make something larger than a sandwich or a glass of egg nog (oh yeah, it’s that time of the season, people!) I’m kind of mystified. AND, if I ask where she keeps x, y, or z, she often just makes me move and finds it herself.

I’m making excuses, I know. If I really want to start cooking for myself I should just do it. Case in point, I made chicken quesadillas two nights ago. While they weren’t the fanciest quesadillas (no guac, unfortunately. L) they were pretty tasty!