Mmm, good food and company. Carl, bless his heart, eats most anything – as long as it's vegetarian. Today I made, and we savored:
- vegetarian borsch, and I am thankful to have spoken with my mother about it, because I wouldn't have remembered the cauliflower on my own;
- potato cakes, with dill and feta and chives, which tasted as good as they usually do, but were much more fragile... in fact, I dare say they were lumps of something nondescript instead of "cakes" – but still excellent!;
- fried-up eggplant circles, in sunflower oil, this time without the really strong crushed-garlic-salt-pepper-water sauce I usually serve with them; and
- ratatouille, which was mushier than usual but very tasty indeed.
There was good chocolate too, of course.
Classes start tomorrow for most of the university, and on Friday for me, so it will be months before I have the chance to cook four different dishes in one evening. This was satisfying, and the hanging out with
much laughter was cheerfully satisfying too. The more I think about things, the more thankful I am for my friends, without whom I would not feel nearly this well recharged after a month of depressing thought patterns and feeling overwhelmed with hurt. All of the contact I've gotten has been a salve, a reassurance, and just fun as well.
One of said friends is
leaving, and (sexy though he is) I won't be moving to San Francisco – or probably never permanently. I'll miss him
this much, but he'll be at home there. It's just one of those things. Hmm, San Francisco visiting... mmm.