Squirrel Insomnia vs Finnegans Wake

Pips here. Sunday night I had a horrid bout of insomnia and only got 2 hours of sleep. This meant that yesterday NOTHING got accomplished. NOTHING! Today is much better, so time to write. Finn might join in a bit. Stay tuned. For now, you are stuck with me.

It is time to move into the next paragraph on the first page. Put your predictions for the date that we will finish this book in the comments – or if you even think we will finish the book in this lifetime.

“The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later on life down through all chritian minstrelsy. The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of himself prumptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes: and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since devlinsfirst loved livvy.”

So, I bought an annotation to Finnegans Wake. I feel like I need an interpreter for the interpretation already… Where is Finn? Pausing here to see if he is going to join in…

<4 Hours Later>

Finn: Humptyhillhead. THAT’S what I left with. Was this the only person able to write at the time? Someone said this guy was a literary genius, but all I am seeing is a healthy dose of substance abuse and boredom. Feels a bit Hunter S. Thompson.

Pips: Read it in an Irish accent. Better yet, listen to an Irish person reading it. Fun fact, supposedly you can start anywhere in this book and read it through the end go to the beginning and read back to that spot, and it will still make sense. It’s a circle. It’s a dream.

Finn: Ok, fine. McHumptyhillhead. I see what you mean. Much better [insert chef’s kiss].

Pips: Mmmm chef’s kisses. Is that when you cook with Hershey’s kisses? Now I want chocolate…

Finn: “…one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes…” Hmmm, you know what they say, right? Don’t buy tomatoes in winter!

Pips: Nope. Don’t buy tomatoes in winter… What are the best winter vegetables? Hmmm oranges. Why does it feel like everything in this part is referencing food?

Finn: You’re right. The title of this post needs to be adjusted to read, “Squirrel Insomnisnack vs Finnegans Wake.” Speaking of oldparr and your oranges, maybe you should try the following:
Roasted Salmon with Fennel & Orange Glaze
Ingredients:
Salmon fillets, Fennel bulb (thinly sliced), Orange (zest + juice), Olive Oil, Salt
Instructions:
-Heat oven to 425°F
-Toss the fennel with a little olive oil and salt. Spread on a sheet pan and roast 12 minutes.
-Move the fennel to the sides and place the salmon in the middle.
-In a small bowl, combine the zest + juice of 1 orange (non-rusted, of course) with a splash of olive oil and a pinch of salt. Spoon this over the salmon.
-Return the pan to the oven and roast 10-12 minutes until the salmon flakes and the orange glaze is lightly caramelized.

Remember, safety is our number one priority so make sure the salmon measures 145F (63C) or greater internally at the thickest part.

Pips: So, I fell asleep. Now it’s 2:22 am, and I am finishing this post. I’m a vegetarian, so no salmon for me… I might be a vegetarian because someone forced me to eat cold, sad salmon multiple times for months. Now, I even have an aversion to the smell….

(Note: The recipe above is not a real recipe. Neither of us would cook salmon this way. Try at your own risk ..)