Caveat: Gravestones cheer the living

Sometimes I cook things completely off program.

Sometimes it even works out.

Yesterday I went to the foreign grocery store across the street, mostly to resupply myself with the Brazilian brand of instant coffee that I like ("Iguaçu"), and I saw a giant bottle of dill spice. It seemed too big, but it was the only size they had, and I've never seen dill spice before in Korea. I decided to buy it – it was only 8 bucks.

So I got home thinking, gee, I have a lifetime's supply of dill spice, what should I make? The main thing I have used dill spice for, in the past, is borsht – but I still haven't found any beets (admittedly I haven't looked that hard).

I had some nice tomatoes, and I had my pea soup. What could I make? I made fried tomatoes, with a breading that included corn flour, dill spice, nutmeg, black pepper. I literally invented the recipe from my crazy imagination – I had no plan or idea beforehand. Then I ate them with my pea soup and some toast. They were delicious.

What I'm listening to right now.

Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, "Buy for me the rain." The video is very interesting – it's a cheesy anti-war-themed music video from the 1960's! I didn't even know such a thing existed until I found it when finding a youtube of the song.

I grew up with some of this music – it's very nostalgic, for me. Here are the lyrics.

Buy for me the rain, my darling, buy for me the rain;
Buy for me the crystal pools that fall upon the plain.
And I’ll buy for you a rainbow and a million pots of gold.
Buy it for me now, babe, before I am too old.

Buy for me the sun, my darling, buy for me the sun;
Buy for me the light that falls when day has just begun.
And I’ll buy for you a shadow to protect you from the day.
Buy it for me now, babe, before I go away.

Buy for me the robin, darling, buy for me the wing;
Buy for me a sparrow, almost any flying thing.
And I’ll buy for you a tree, my love, where a robin’s nest may grow.
Buy it for me now, babe, the years all hurry so.

I cannot buy you happiness, I cannot buy you years;
I cannot buy you happiness, in place of all the tears.
But I can buy for you a gravestone, to lay behind your head.
Gravestones cheer the living, dear, they’re no use to the dead.

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