Now I know why country singers write the songs they do. Some days the world just hands you bowl of suck and all you’ve got to clean it up with is a thin generic-brand Kleenex.
So yeah, today was a recipe for awful:
1 cup of banking problems
3/4 cup of I-don’t-have-health-care-anymore
1 1/2 cups of my-cat-is-going-to-shred-my-mother’s-expensive-curtains
4 cups of my-job-search-is-giving-me-hypertension
1 TBS of imminent-reality-of-having-to-find-a-job-outside-of-media
AND TEN PARTS THIS.
This last little “seasoning” of imminent-reality has grown from a dash, to a pinch, to a teaspoon, to now a Tablespoon. I tell myself if I don’t fill up the medicine cabinet with my things and keep all my bottles in the carrier I brought from my old apartment, I’ll find a job and move out soon. As soon as my apricot exfoliator steps a toe into that cabinet, it’s over.
In the realm of distraction, I planted a basil plant on Sunday, as well as some rye, barley, oats and wheat grass for Jack to chew on. I want to have basil coming out of my EARS this summer. Pesto, pizza, pasta. I’m contemplating a basil martini recipe.
This is the first plant in my Victory garden. This is not Victory garden circa 1942. This is Victory garden circa 2010 and victory = employment. I’d like my next garden addition to be: strawberries. Mmmm yummy.
Sunday I made a pizza and it looked like this:
I was pretty proud of this pizza. I made the dough that day in my food processor and froze half. Man, is there a difference between regular flour and bread flour. I used a whole wheat bread flour and boy was this crust fluffier. I also used a pizza stone and sprinkled the top of the stone with cornmeal and FINALLY THE BOTTOM OF MY PIZZA WASN’T SOGGY. LIFE = COMPLETE.
It’s the small things, people.
Fiction coming later. Promise promise.
Ladies, how do you feel about this? I think it’s awesome, but then again, if shopping is your thing you could feel like you’re missing out of the experience.
Today is brought to you by blackberry pie. It’s what’s for dessert and it’s staring a hole in me: