kids. and why i'll never have them.
after the total nightmare, went to have lunch with ivan, then homed to sleep. woke up when the boyfr got back from work and made EGG MAYO!
oh, the joys of FOOD.
ingredients falling in nicely into the bowl is always a comfort. yesterday, i rediscovered the magic of food and why i fell in love with it in the first place.
even the simplest things, cheese and crackers (a la wallance and gromit!), hummus and pita bread, potato salad (only my version will do, of course.), sauteed mushrooms, baked potatoes with every filling you can imagine is sometimes enough to make me cry. the simplicity, combined with the startling complimenting flavours really can bring one down to earth.
theraputic, i call it. i missed this. homemade bites and snacks that i've neglected, i'm apologizing for how i've forgotten the way you make me feel.
romantisizing has never been in my character, but with food, it's a love affair. how could anyone not succumb to the majesty of foie gras, or be humbled by a peasent dish of ratatouille?
in short,
ohh egg mayo, the stuff of gods.
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