I have been considering some deep and ruminating topics this morning–issues fundamental to the functioning of the World and perhaps even Gravity.
Pad Thai. I finally made it. I had been aspiring to make Pad Thai ever since Jenna posted her recipe, adapted from the Gourmet Cookbook weeks ago. My one problem: the bean sprouts. I had to go to five different grocery stores to find bean sprouts. Seriously. It took me two weeks to finally source the little buggers. I even placed a special order at the local natural food store that failed to fill. Who would have known that finding bean sprouts could have been such a challenge? So, last night, bean sprouts in hand, I made the Pad Thai even though I had about as much energy as a toad on a log and would have much rather preferred toast for dinner. But I had the bean sprouts! I substituting soy sauce for tamarind paste because I was too cheap to spend the $9 on an ingredient I probably wouldn’t use much. Even though I forgot the green onions and peanuts (you can’t always win), it came out surprisingly good but a little oily for my preferences. I’m going to try this one again next week and strive for perfection!
Hair stylist. I want one. Like the kind that comes over every morning when you are getting ready for work and gives you a nice, glamorous hair-do. While they are at, maybe my Imaginary Hair Stylist could bring over a nice outfit I could wear too. And do my makeup. I can make my own toaster waffles, so at least I am self-sufficient in that regard.
Winter. It sucks. I have been able to find no joy in it, and it hasn’t even really started. Today’s our first day of cold, dark rain, yet I cannot summon up any kind of inner joy…Not even from steaming tea with honey, soft hand-knit mittens and scarves, a crackling fire, or candles. Okay, the candles are kind of nice. But I would way rather have a margarita instead of tea and a beach towel instead of mittens. And the fire makes a mess of the house! Soot everywhere. Plus I pretty much suck at splitting kindling. I make do, but it isn’t pretty. Does this mean I am no longer the happy-go-lucky optimistic person I once was? Or does it mean I should put all my belongings in storage and hop the first flight to Kauai?
Lottery tickets. I should buy some.
Chickens. I love mine. They are so cool.