It's been a little over three weeks, and now trying to settle into the new place. A new home. I didn't think I would see a new home again, at least not alone. The kitchen is small, the oven is electric, and there's no dishwasher. I was spoiled in my beautiful kitchen, so perfectly arranged for cooking and feeding people.
I forced myself to go to my favorite market this week. The season is coming to a close soon, and the day was beautiful- even if it was hard to fully appreciate the sunny skies. Do you really appreciate the brightness when your world seems so dark and bleak?
The market was overflowing with the beginnings of fall fruits, and the last of the summer crops; a few raspberries, strawberries, and nectarines. It was disorienting to be shopping for just myself, without a plan of what I was going to cook. I stopped at Estrella Creamery to buy some cheese- one of my favorite cheese stands. I also stopped at Alvarez Farms for some peppers, tomatillos, and corn. I planned to make black beans; something simple yet filling. Most of what I bought stayed on the shelves in the refrigerator. I opted to either not eat, order pizza, or eat with friends. I took my big bundles of swiss chard and lacinto kale to my friends house for dinner one night. She simply braised it, with chili flakes and garlic; it was hearty and delicious. I appreciate that someone wanted to share a meal with me, cook for me. I miss that; T and I had dinner together at home nearly every night. There's something connective about this ritual; ending your day together, over a meal, sharing the details of the day. Now, I find myself eating on the couch, in front of the tv, with no one to talk to, no one interested in what the day was like.
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