Our first day back in the kitchen went well. I put the music on, and the boys helped cook the sticky rice and prep/cook the vegetables. Matt used a knife for the broccoli, but Dre decided he’d rip the cauliflower apart with his hands. That boy is different … but it came out well.
I learned a lesson, turns out you don’t need to use a knife in the kitchen. (I imagine him ripping apart a whole chicken at the joints. “Look Ma! No knife!” lol). Well, I also like to pull things apart. What more can I say.
We had broiled salmon with roasted broccoli and cauliflower. Those guys had sticky rice, but I didn’t. I wanna keep shit simple; not down to cooking anything complicated right now.
For the shopping, Matt went to the Asian grocery store and the dollar store for containers. Dre and I did most of the other shopping at Fresh Co. and Foodland. I have a feeling Foodland is going to close soon, the shelves are looking sparser and sparser every time I go.
I enjoy cooking! But still, my future potential partners better not ask me to cook for them or invite themselves over for dinner cause I’ll fuckin’ lose it and end the potential relationship. I have yet to figure out why that bothers me so intensely.
Sometimes I feel people think love is only reserved for certain folks, like their family and friends and lovers. Some people might even feel strange saying they love themselves or certain qualities of themselves. Love is not quantifiably.
Well I think love is unlimited and you can love everything and everyone (in different capacities if you wanna get technical) without ever worrying about your tank of love drying up, because it is always overflowing. Love does not need anything to love it just does.