September 02, 2005

Maybe...A Long Time Ago

A pre-bed snippet.

K has been away, it seems to me, almost the whole summer. In reality it's probably only been half the summer but I have difficulty with counting, and also with properly conceiving reality.

But he has now returned from Edinburgh, bright eyed and bushy tailed (he's had a tail implant, God bless him) and I cooked a Japanese meal to welcome him home.

Boy, was that one rank dinner. I can still taste it a little...eugh. I DISGUST MYSELF.

Western cooking, you see, that's my bag. I know how it works. I know how when you haven't got 50grams of one ingredient, that you can replace it with another.

But not so with Japanese cooking. I do not yet have that skill. It was only when we were choking down the initial mouthfuls that I realised I wasn't serving one thing that had been made with each and every ingredient required.

With great grace and civility I swallowed down my vomit and had two pieces of toast instead. Even the toast tasted bad. I think I may jut give up eating meals altogether, and exist by sucking paper in the office and eating Opal Fruits at the bus stop.

K brought me home a fat hardback novel, Cloud Atlas, and a bar of chocolate from Scotland's most expensive chocolatier. Isn't that a great word - chocolatier ? So evocative. It's nice chocolate, but I'd rather have had the eight Galaxy bars we could have purchased for the same price. But then, I'd be common as muck, like the rest of you.

The clock says it is time to go to bed. Damn clock. Always telling me what to do! Some day I'll smash that clock, and it will be sorry it tried to hold me back. Oh yes. It will be very, very sorry.

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Posted by neuro-praxis on September 2, 2005 12:28 AM, in the category Bushy Hair