Last weekend, I had a headache
so I sautéed two yellow onions
and a half pound of baby
portobello mushrooms. This
became a lovely tomato basil
sauce that lasted until yesterday.
I asked her to pick a pasta from
my assorted pasta cache. Our
pantry annex is on shelves in
the utility room. The pantry in
the kitchen is big enough for
basic stuff like peanut butter,
olive oil, vinegar, cereals, etc.
The things you grab every day.
The overflow in the annex has
paper goods, canned stuff, soups,
rice, pasta, etc. Cookies are out
of sight so they stay out of mind
in my old wooden bookcase with
half glass, half solid creaky
doors. Trips are made from the
big room to the bookcase with
some regularity for a serving of
two cookies. Being the old tech
writer that I am, I enjoyed making
forms for her most of the day. In
Word, which is her preference.
They were fun for me. Boring is
good. Tonight after dinner we
will return to a strange thriller
we started watching yesterday.
I’ve done all the typing I want to
do today; and all the cooking. So,
tonight will be a peanut butter
and jelly for me. Writer and alone
are synonymous for me. But don’t
confuse boring with peace. My
peace comes from a higher source;
peace that I can neither lose nor
explain; writer or not. Some things
are just that way. That, too, is good.
Still early enough for thermos coffee.