The sun begins to set around eight at night and I'm feeling like this is the beginning of spring proper. We did a whole heaping bunch of stressful grownup things lately and now the time is ours. I've slept through two nights in a row. I have zero dinner ideas left in my head but if I pass it off to PJ or the others they instantly begin to debate takeout and I am not interested in a four-thousand-calorie dinner every night.
Well, that's not true. I am, but I shouldn't be. They sure are though.
But it's a hassle. You either pay a kings ransom for delivery or you need to jump on the highway and drive for thirty plus minutes there and back so the food has steamed itself unrecognizable and something is usually missing.
I could sit in a restaurant all day every day, however. As long as they bring me a nice white wine or a spicy caesar. And bread. I love bread. And then the food is hot and if something isn't there someone hightails it back to the chef to get it for you and then they bring you free cake at the end because they don't want to piss off the people at the table even though we don't play high and mighty. You don't need to be like that unless you've been horribly wronged and I'm not talking about an overcooked steak or a missing salad.
Anyway it's dinner time and I'm starving so I've thrown some potatoes in the oven to bake and will shortly throw some chicken in too. Then some sliced cucumbers with sesame oil and rice vinegar and we're good.
Anyway. I'm listening to Panopticon again, which is normally a mid-fall or late-winter pick for me but turned out to be a wonderful windy-spring selection. Very crunchy-emotional. Very lovely. One rule is that if I think it's cool, it's cool. At least to all of them.
I've got my own fan club. Maybe it's because I feed them homecooked food?