Day Eighteen, in which one realizes that sometimes, one doesn’t want to do something one has never done before. One thinks, I just want to stick with the tried and true. But one has taken a vow, and one must forge on.
One casts one’s eye about the kitchen, wondering if something ne’er-done-before can be accomplished quickly, with little effort, and also with as few words as possible, since one is already incredibly weary of using “one” instead of “I.”
One decides to slice a cucumber and an onion in a way that one does not recall having sliced before.
One found this challenge easy, mildly interesting, and unexpectedly fruitful, in that it gave one a chance to practice having one’s own cooking show on television by speaking aloud to an invisible audience as one sliced and diced one’s vegetables.