Sitting here, with a big bowl of chocolate ice cream with music revving up in the background, writing this post without a thought or any definitive plans for tomorrow. Life is good :)
I got a room full of books, unlimited time (well, unlimited until next week) and a head full of food ideas! Couldn't be happier!
Well the food blog takes most of my time anyway. Check it out at http://peckishme.com/ (This is an unpaid commercial brought to you by peckishme.com :P) Making food, remaking them till I get them absolutely perfect, taking pictures, editing them, writing the posts - it's happy time. My dream job would be for someone to pay me for making food and writing about it. I can then dream up of the craziest combinations to cook up all day everyday. Which is what I do anyway, so why not have someone to pay for it while I'm at it. Meh.
I also discovered that no matter how many onions I chop, I will still be dribbling tears off my chin like a baby every single time, even in another ten years. I have known some pretty intense loves in my life but nothing and no one has ever made me cry like onions have. Just a whiff is enough. My mother says she has never seen anyone so sensitive to onions as I am. Onions, my darling dearest - we will never be together. We were never meant to be. Sniffle.
I took a big decision just recently, a decision that affects my whole lifestyle, I hope, in a good way. It was a difficult decision, albeit a necessary one. I am still wondering if I did make the right choice. My father very casually waves away my concerns 'well if you don't like it, you can still leave. You always find something else'. I have got a very cool dad.
I was recently asked to describe myself. It's a little frustrating when even I don't understand what I am and what I want half the time.
Well I am an Isabelle Allende sort of girl with an Edgar Allan Poe core. I have an inbred taste for the good things in life and I indulge, unashamedly in them. But I am not reckless - in fact, far from it. I think with my brain, a territory my heart is forbidden to enter. I recognize and have trained myself to keep the two apart - emotions and intellect - from a very young age - the reason I have not made too many bad decisions in life. Everything has to be logical, everything has to make sense.
Which makes me appear a little cold at times, but no - I'm just a little shy, always have been. Or what happens most of the time is, I just am not in the mood for conversation unless the other person makes an effort. I despise small talk anyway - I am hopeless at it and I hate awkward silences. But tap into a vein of rich conversation and you will find me all sparkling eyes.
Well, look at me going on about myself! Have I turned into one of those tiresome narcissists I wonder - me, me, me and oh, ME! But come to think of it, blogging is one sort of narcissism I suppose. Anyways,
I was talking to an acquaintance recently and suddenly he says to me, you remind me of a person I know. I ask who. He says Hannibal Lecter. Still not sure if that was meant as an insult or a compliment. Oh well.
I was getting all worked up about how people were responding to the lady who walked away with a policeman's helmet after being pulled over (famously referred to as the BMW lady which I think is pathetic), I typed out a post on it in a huff and a puff and decided that it was a little too rash. Now I don't have a diplomatic bone in my body and I do not apologize for it but why stoop to the level of the ignoramuses who are making fools of themselves in the public with their sexist and disgusting remarks I thought. For this reason, I decided that I shall postpone that post to a more convenient time.
I loath those who do not respect fellow human beings. Those who call themselves men who have no respect for the gender that gave birth to them - those who see females purely as conquests and nothing more. I loath those who call themselves women who look at men the same way they would look at a bank or an atm machine, to whom a man is nothing but purchasing power (seriously, have some effing dignity). When did we become so pathetic? At what point did we give up our humanity? It scares me.
Keeping all that aside, I need to figure out what I want the most. What am I passionate about? What do I want in life? That's easy - good food, good literature, respect as a human being and happiness. It's all very simple really. And that's exactly what I'm working on at the moment.
So let me just concentrate on that at the moment. Take one day at a time - that is my strategy from now on. It's a good strategy.
I made Gratin Dauphinois for dinner today. Coupled with my mother's special recipe cajun crusted grilled chicken, it was absolutely decadent. Still very full and dazed with the richness of it all. Shall dance it off. Ah bliss!
I got a room full of books, unlimited time (well, unlimited until next week) and a head full of food ideas! Couldn't be happier!
Well the food blog takes most of my time anyway. Check it out at http://peckishme.com/ (This is an unpaid commercial brought to you by peckishme.com :P) Making food, remaking them till I get them absolutely perfect, taking pictures, editing them, writing the posts - it's happy time. My dream job would be for someone to pay me for making food and writing about it. I can then dream up of the craziest combinations to cook up all day everyday. Which is what I do anyway, so why not have someone to pay for it while I'm at it. Meh.
I also discovered that no matter how many onions I chop, I will still be dribbling tears off my chin like a baby every single time, even in another ten years. I have known some pretty intense loves in my life but nothing and no one has ever made me cry like onions have. Just a whiff is enough. My mother says she has never seen anyone so sensitive to onions as I am. Onions, my darling dearest - we will never be together. We were never meant to be. Sniffle.
I took a big decision just recently, a decision that affects my whole lifestyle, I hope, in a good way. It was a difficult decision, albeit a necessary one. I am still wondering if I did make the right choice. My father very casually waves away my concerns 'well if you don't like it, you can still leave. You always find something else'. I have got a very cool dad.
I was recently asked to describe myself. It's a little frustrating when even I don't understand what I am and what I want half the time.
Well I am an Isabelle Allende sort of girl with an Edgar Allan Poe core. I have an inbred taste for the good things in life and I indulge, unashamedly in them. But I am not reckless - in fact, far from it. I think with my brain, a territory my heart is forbidden to enter. I recognize and have trained myself to keep the two apart - emotions and intellect - from a very young age - the reason I have not made too many bad decisions in life. Everything has to be logical, everything has to make sense.
Which makes me appear a little cold at times, but no - I'm just a little shy, always have been. Or what happens most of the time is, I just am not in the mood for conversation unless the other person makes an effort. I despise small talk anyway - I am hopeless at it and I hate awkward silences. But tap into a vein of rich conversation and you will find me all sparkling eyes.
Well, look at me going on about myself! Have I turned into one of those tiresome narcissists I wonder - me, me, me and oh, ME! But come to think of it, blogging is one sort of narcissism I suppose. Anyways,
I was talking to an acquaintance recently and suddenly he says to me, you remind me of a person I know. I ask who. He says Hannibal Lecter. Still not sure if that was meant as an insult or a compliment. Oh well.
I was getting all worked up about how people were responding to the lady who walked away with a policeman's helmet after being pulled over (famously referred to as the BMW lady which I think is pathetic), I typed out a post on it in a huff and a puff and decided that it was a little too rash. Now I don't have a diplomatic bone in my body and I do not apologize for it but why stoop to the level of the ignoramuses who are making fools of themselves in the public with their sexist and disgusting remarks I thought. For this reason, I decided that I shall postpone that post to a more convenient time.
I loath those who do not respect fellow human beings. Those who call themselves men who have no respect for the gender that gave birth to them - those who see females purely as conquests and nothing more. I loath those who call themselves women who look at men the same way they would look at a bank or an atm machine, to whom a man is nothing but purchasing power (seriously, have some effing dignity). When did we become so pathetic? At what point did we give up our humanity? It scares me.
Keeping all that aside, I need to figure out what I want the most. What am I passionate about? What do I want in life? That's easy - good food, good literature, respect as a human being and happiness. It's all very simple really. And that's exactly what I'm working on at the moment.
So let me just concentrate on that at the moment. Take one day at a time - that is my strategy from now on. It's a good strategy.
I made Gratin Dauphinois for dinner today. Coupled with my mother's special recipe cajun crusted grilled chicken, it was absolutely decadent. Still very full and dazed with the richness of it all. Shall dance it off. Ah bliss!
