The existing absence of a cooking stove has left a large cavity in my soul
The existing absence of a cooking stove has left a large cavity in my soul, the inability to attain even the simple pleasure of frying my own eggs in the morning torments me intensely. I find comfort in many strange places and objects, the smell of paint in my living room, during thick white silences, in empty notebooks, in a cup of peppermint tea, but mostly, i find comfort in food. Nothing can surpass the immense bliss that streams through my entire being from making my own bowl of salad.
I was doing my regular late night peruse through food blogs yesterday and came across the most piquant, most delectable food blog, The smitten kitchen . I want, with every nerve of my being, to greedily devour everything she cooks and slip into an eternal food coma.
( click link to direct yourself to recipe and instructions )
It is 9 in the morning right now and I will be leaving to Amcorp Mall in a while to spend a frivolous day looking at antiques and everything vintage at the flea market. I will most probably stop by a supermarket or a vegetable market along the way to buy ingredients to make myself a decent bowl of salad tomorrow morning. Hoping for riped avocados!
Its a lovely saturday morning, so here's a beautiful song to take pleasure in.
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