My day
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I just love the weather today, its cold yet a little warm. Such lovely maple trees, some green and some red. Ah, simply beautiful.
I moved in the balcony with my laptop in an attempt to write something. Or shall I say, in an attempt to keep my legs warm as I shiver when the cold wind blows. Can’t help but admire the beauty of the green trees, blue sky and the lovely blue lake. It’s a blessing to wake up everyday to such beautiful scenery from the balcony.
As I sit here, I hear different sounds. I hear somebody cleaning the sidewalks with a machine that blows away leafs to the side. And, I hear a whole bunch of guys playing basketball in the parking lot. Its funny how they scream in agony every time they miss the ball. I have always wondered why guys feel it important to scream their lungs out during cricket, basketball, karom board etc. They beat the daylights out of their vocal chords! And than they blame us ladies that we scream for no reason.
I hear two older men talking so fast they probably forget to breathe. Talking about their lives, experiences, and grandchildren’s. It takes guts to grow that old. Well, it takes guts to do everything like building your home, making a living, making bones, making teeth, making… FOOD!
This brings me to the topic. I cooked today. Emm yeah, you heard that! I made spaghetti. The last time I made spaghettis was 3 years back and lord it took me forever today. Yeah I know it isn’t that hard but there’s a little secret I need to spill. I am not that great of a cook and neither do I like to cook. But if I do, for some reason, I need to have the sink clean. It has to shine, the dishes have to be clean and nicely put on the side, and so does the glasses.
Lets put it this way; I won’t cook if the kitchen isn’t clean. I’m a little fussy about it. Sometimes this fussiness goes a little too far, I let the food on the stove burn while cleaning the sink. And then comes my mother “honey yeh kya kar rahi ho, gher jalana hai tum ne”. Not really mom, but a clean sink makes a huge difference in .. emm.. making me want to stay there.
Okay back to my spaghettis. Half the credit for it to reach an eatable state goes to mamma; I had forgotten to take it off when it gets tender. Ahem. Next I put in boneless chicken - cooked, of course - I can’t take anymore of the meatballs. I mixed everything together and put them in a nice big bowl. Since nobody was willing to eat it first, I gave in and tried it myself.
I have never been a fan of my own cooked food, though people think I can really cook and should not be worried about winning my husbands heart…yawn! So I took a bite and my heart just broke into a million pieces. Too hot, too sour, maybe overcooked? Too much of everything. In short, I CAN’T COOK and I ain’t cooking never again.
Anyways, that was my comment. After when it was served on the dining table to my brother and mother, they couldn’t believe I made it – yeah right! Rub it in now =(- but guess what, they actually liked it, my brother said “honey really knows how to cook now, very nice” and my mother felt so proud.
Phewwwwwwww, I was so glad and elated to hear that. I had never waited so anxiously for anybody to comment on my cooking skills before.
Time to get back into “study mode” now
Love
I moved in the balcony with my laptop in an attempt to write something. Or shall I say, in an attempt to keep my legs warm as I shiver when the cold wind blows. Can’t help but admire the beauty of the green trees, blue sky and the lovely blue lake. It’s a blessing to wake up everyday to such beautiful scenery from the balcony.
As I sit here, I hear different sounds. I hear somebody cleaning the sidewalks with a machine that blows away leafs to the side. And, I hear a whole bunch of guys playing basketball in the parking lot. Its funny how they scream in agony every time they miss the ball. I have always wondered why guys feel it important to scream their lungs out during cricket, basketball, karom board etc. They beat the daylights out of their vocal chords! And than they blame us ladies that we scream for no reason.
I hear two older men talking so fast they probably forget to breathe. Talking about their lives, experiences, and grandchildren’s. It takes guts to grow that old. Well, it takes guts to do everything like building your home, making a living, making bones, making teeth, making… FOOD!
This brings me to the topic. I cooked today. Emm yeah, you heard that! I made spaghetti. The last time I made spaghettis was 3 years back and lord it took me forever today. Yeah I know it isn’t that hard but there’s a little secret I need to spill. I am not that great of a cook and neither do I like to cook. But if I do, for some reason, I need to have the sink clean. It has to shine, the dishes have to be clean and nicely put on the side, and so does the glasses.
Lets put it this way; I won’t cook if the kitchen isn’t clean. I’m a little fussy about it. Sometimes this fussiness goes a little too far, I let the food on the stove burn while cleaning the sink. And then comes my mother “honey yeh kya kar rahi ho, gher jalana hai tum ne”. Not really mom, but a clean sink makes a huge difference in .. emm.. making me want to stay there.
Okay back to my spaghettis. Half the credit for it to reach an eatable state goes to mamma; I had forgotten to take it off when it gets tender. Ahem. Next I put in boneless chicken - cooked, of course - I can’t take anymore of the meatballs. I mixed everything together and put them in a nice big bowl. Since nobody was willing to eat it first, I gave in and tried it myself.
I have never been a fan of my own cooked food, though people think I can really cook and should not be worried about winning my husbands heart…yawn! So I took a bite and my heart just broke into a million pieces. Too hot, too sour, maybe overcooked? Too much of everything. In short, I CAN’T COOK and I ain’t cooking never again.
Anyways, that was my comment. After when it was served on the dining table to my brother and mother, they couldn’t believe I made it – yeah right! Rub it in now =(- but guess what, they actually liked it, my brother said “honey really knows how to cook now, very nice” and my mother felt so proud.
Phewwwwwwww, I was so glad and elated to hear that. I had never waited so anxiously for anybody to comment on my cooking skills before.
Time to get back into “study mode” now
Love
