Confucious say: Create from something in your car.
Maybe not. Dougie say. And what Doug does, I do.
Here’s the thing about my car. I keep it as tidy and sparse and free of clutter as I do my abode.
So I stood surveying the slim pickings chewing it over. And began with this old gum tin.
My stepmother gave this to me years ago, emptied of what I can only assume was dragon firey cinnamon gum, as she’s reasonably aware that I’m an Asian trapped in a Western body.
I used to use the tin to extinguish my hand-rolled smokes. I seldom smoke now but the tin’s of special and sentimental value and travels with me in my (beloved) Subaru.
So Thing shi-ba (18): Make something out of something in your car.
Breakfast at Tinfanny’s
Ingredients: Costco cereal coupons and All-Bran cereal, my emergency baggie food toted in a backseat plastic box.