So Iím watching this movie, In Her Shoes, and about twenty minutes in Iím finding myself terrifically bored. I could turn it off and watch something else, but itís the last DVD I have from Netflix, and Iíd like to mail it back Monday and get something else. So I let it play and head into the kitchen to putter.
My eye lands on the food processor that has been sitting on the counter, unused, for the last couple of weeks while I havenít had the time or energy (or appetite) to eat anything more than frozen foods and leftovers. I decide that chopping something will probably be more entertaining than this movie, so I take the tub of cooked chicken out of the refrigerator.
Once the chicken is chopped, I mix in a little mayo and mustard and relish, but Iím still not quite ready to say that Iíve done anything very special. So I open the refrigerator door a little wider and stick my head all the way to the back of the shelf, where I find a jar of giardiniera. Pickled Italian vegetables. I canít even remember why I bought it, but it was probably for some recipe Rachael did, back when I had time to watch her show.
After Iíve processed the veggies, Iím not sure what to do next. It takes two sessions in the machine, because the cauliflower stayed pretty much whole the first time through, but now I have everything finely chopped and set aside. I take a small bowl and lift a spoonful of the chopped chicken into it, and then add some of the chopped vegetables. I mix it up and give it a taste and decide to take all of both and make one small vat of sandwich spread out of it. This is going to be great!
Then I realize that I have only two pieces of bread left in the house. So itís going to be great, but itís only going to make one sandwich tonight. At least itís a fairly healthy sandwich, and it turns out to be a pretty tasty one, too. I take it into the living room and sit in front of the movie, which has been running the whole time Iíve been puttering.
Amazingly, the movie is suddenly better. Itís now watchable, and Iím thinking I should have just started it about 45 minutes in. Who needs a setup? Who needs background? Iím interested in what these characters are doing now, and I couldnít care a bit about what they did in the first third of the picture. And I decide that maybe some movies (maybe most movies) should be started somewhere in the middle. It makes them more like art house films, and it forces me to pay attention. Itís much less boring that way.