february 2021
it got away from me, as always. i have wisps of drafts, unrefined rocks of thoughts yet untumbled. i am finally sat down, and i am tired now. i don’t do a lot of writing late into the night; have not for years. earlier, i watched miso sprawl on the grass, right in the patch of sunlight. i noted the green shoots of yet-unbloomed daffodils outside, the weeds already multiplying. the sun was warm.
recently i picked my camera back up and decided to make it a habit again.
self-saboteur: it sounds almost charming, a bit scheming. for me there are no schemes or plans, just anxiety, a cacophony of voices.
i’ve started to press flowers when they’re about to give up the ghost. drying often renders them colorless, brittle, but you retain the texture and vibrancy a bit this way. fewer flowers in the compost.
the same goes for my treasured dessert these days: blend frozen banana and greek yogurt, toss with toasted coconut and honey. top with sliced strawberries or other fruit, if you have them. we used to hoard old bananas in the fridge and i would make banana snacking cake or banana bread sometimes, but not often. now any leftover, neglected bananas are a joyous thing at the end of the day.
when the ice storm hit town and the power went out, j got me a mini shepherd’s pie and even though the fat was congealed and it was cold, it was well-spiced, bright, peppery. we shivered and burned all the candles.
it’s already too late, as i write this; you may already be in tomorrow.
indomie are magic noodles. they are cheap and the sauces are a salty-savory-sweet-firey umami confluence. they are very easy to dress up with some greens and a fried egg and whatever else you have.
thank you for reading. 💌