Hot like Wasabi....
A fish on a budget must learn to cook. This is what I have determined. I am sick to death of those frozen little Lean Cuisines. Now that I have my own place and my own little kitchen, I am prepared to be domestic. It has been several years since I have prepared a meal with my own two little hands. So last night, I viewed the making of dinner with a bit of trepidation.
I have been craving pork chops (sorry non-meat eaters) so I stop and purchase all that I need for the meal. I place my purchases on the counter and begin. I turn the little box over in my hand and read, slowly and carefully the directions for Shake and Bake (it has been a while). But with great and gentle care, I follow those directions, dipping my chops in egg and then rolling them about in the bread crumbs. I gingerly place them in the oven, studying the time to ensure that I bake them long enough. I wait. I pace. I glance in the oven. I study the color of the chops. I look at the clock. I wait some more.
Finally they are done. I settle onto the couch with my freshly prepared dinner. Suddenly I feel like an adult. Silly what makes you feel like a grown-up.
I have been craving pork chops (sorry non-meat eaters) so I stop and purchase all that I need for the meal. I place my purchases on the counter and begin. I turn the little box over in my hand and read, slowly and carefully the directions for Shake and Bake (it has been a while). But with great and gentle care, I follow those directions, dipping my chops in egg and then rolling them about in the bread crumbs. I gingerly place them in the oven, studying the time to ensure that I bake them long enough. I wait. I pace. I glance in the oven. I study the color of the chops. I look at the clock. I wait some more.
Finally they are done. I settle onto the couch with my freshly prepared dinner. Suddenly I feel like an adult. Silly what makes you feel like a grown-up.
posted by Beta Fishy @ 1:13 PM
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That is such a good feeling, of accomplishment....of maturity. Of youthfulness.
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(plus a yummy dinner mmm mmmmm)
I do love that feeling of maturity. It does not happen all that often....
Oh trust me honey it will!
Suddenly I feel like Flo the waitress at Mel's diner....
Kiss my grits!
I had my little baby in a front pack for the last time because he's a heavy little sucker.
looked in the mirror and met my face.
A huge smile of experience.
A knowing look in my Own Eye.
very cool feeling.
That sounds like an amazing feeling. Sometimes I dream of the day that I look into eyes like mine or those of man that I love, filled with wisdom would just be a bonus.
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