Wednesday, April 03, 2002

Tonight I found myself stretched out on my bed watching Friends and eating a cookie I picked up at work today while glancing through my book on Southeast Asia. The pictures in the beginning are absolutely beautiful, and make me really want to go there. The book reminded me of a set of chopsticks I had purchased in the Japan pavilion in Epcot back in December while I was there with Nate, and I got a major urge to cook some rice and use them, so I did. I’m trying to overcome the habit of buying things that I just allow to sit around and look pretty instead of using them, and using the chopsticks was a lot of fun, even though they are really too pretty to use, and I have no idea how to use them. My rice was pretty horrible- I severly either over or undercooked it. It was far from being Japanese either- it was Spanish rice, but it was the thought that mattered, you know.

After eating what I could of the rice, I was still absolutely starving and searched my kitchen for something I couldn’t screw up, ending up with a can of cheese tortellini. I do so much better with things like this that don’t require adding water. I decided to just use the pot that I had started to cook my rice in earlier before discovering that it didn’t have a matching lid. As I was rinsing the rice that had decided to stick around out, he pan emitted an otherworldly music as I swirled the water around inside with my fingertip, a sound which made me think of an echo in a metallic cavern, and for that moment, I was once again a toddler deriving great joy from beating on pots and pans with a spoon, rockstar-style, so intrigued to be making this music with my own hands.

I completed the meal with a chunk of French bread from a baguette I found sitting atop the bread maker, but it was a bit old and stale to the taste. You must admit, I had a rather multi-cultural meal tonight: Spanish rice eaten with Japanese chopsticks, followed by Italian and French. Hooray for diversity

I really am going to do that list of 50 things I want to do in my lifetime soon, Tara. I have a great book full of such things that I want to find to get some inspiration first, and it’s being quite elusive. I know that once I get started, I’ll probably end up with a few hundred rather than 50.

You may have noticed that I mentioned a cookie I picked up at work. Its official, I go back to the ol’ cookie job on Sunday. I arrived today to find a woman in there baking cookies. I was pissed. Lou was supposed to call me as soon as they allowed him to hire anyone, and so who was this chick doing my job? I waited around about a half hour until he got back, and he said that I’d be working her days off, and then do French Quarter when it opens in about 2 weeks. I didn’t want to question it with her there, but I fully intend to ask him what the hell is up with someone else there doing my job. I’ve been there since September- she should be working MY days off, not vice versa. Thankfully I should only have to do this for a few months. I’m actually pretty happy that I’ll only be working for two days a week for the next couple of weeks- it will be a nice way to drift back into it, plus things are insanely busy right now, and I’m not too excited to get thrown back into that. I really prefer the slow fall days when I can sit outside in the sunshine with a good book for almost an hour, but who wouldn’t? The things we do in our never-ending struggle for financial freedom.

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