Fresh food
06/18/2009
Today I saw my mom pulling the expensive, fresh tuna we bought on Tuesday out of the refrigerator. I was really concerned about the potential waste of good tuna on my mother’s often-bland cooking. To my surprise, in the end, I was proud of her for all the effort she went into for making a meal! She couldn’t find recipes she liked online, and knew none of the ones she had at home were good enough, so she actually went to the library to get a cook book. She marinated and fried tuna, made mushrooms with our fresh herbs, toasted good bread, made fresh corn, safron rice, and a squash casserole. This is an exceptional amount of preparation and effort in contrast to what my mom usually makes.
On the other end of the spectrum, I just checked my e-mail and got a message from newly-married dude titled “Hey call me” (with no actual message inside). Ugh, why? Then again, he was probably drunk when he wrote that (12:31 a.m.) and meant for me to do it at that moment.
Summer life is still feeling pointless. I can’t think of anything to do that would actually make me feel busy and accomplished. Everything just feels like a time-waster. Maybe I’ll read a book… eventually.
