I was cooking, after I got home this evening. I was making a sort of fusiony Italian-fried-rice concoction – vegetables and Italian seasoning, to which I add chopped fresh tomatoes and cooked rice. Kind of like veggie-and-pasta but with rice instead of pasta. Some Americans might call it “Spanish rice,” but I have no intention of offending any Spaniards. I was adding the spices: oregano, parsely, coriander, sage, red pepper, black pepper. And then, I reached for the last thing on my mental checklist: “Oh, crap. I’m out of thyme.”
And then I laughed at myself. I felt like a character in Bruce Willis movie, where the bomb was going to go off.
