“Every thought is a prayer.” To the end of making good use of the four hours or so every day we’re compelled to be idle at the shelter; and of speeding the day when I’ll find my own place; I’ve taken to daydreaming intentionally about things I’d like to do in my own place. Some of those, I mean to share here, as doing so involves giving more time to those dreams. Many involve cooking foods I like that we never get at the shelter. Related: “What a homeless man dreams of.“
(Note, March 28, 2018: By the time this post appears, I sure hope I have my own place.)
You don’t need a corn popper to pop corn. You can use a saucepan or skillet.