Expect problems and eat them for breakfast.
– Alfred A. Montapert
Here’s the thing. I’ve had a dishearteningly weird week. But let’s flash back to 1824.
This dude named Beethoven (you guys might’ve heard of him) finished composing Ode to Joy. He was almost completely deaf at the time. He took the legs off his piano and set it on the ground so that he could feel the vibrations resonate in his body.
Moral of story:
I’ve been busy in the kitchen today helping mom make rasam.
Rasam is an Indian soup-like, brothy, veggie-filled, delicious thing. Chock full of flavor. The “comfort food” of Indian food, a staple in both South & North Indian cooking. Delicious with rice or rotis, or on its own (ask Andrew). This one’s definitely in the book of recipes I’ve started compiling by cooking alongside my mom, whose culinary skills are 110% beyond anything I could hope to achieve at some point in my life. But down the road, I want my kids — hell, I want MYSELF — to be able to enjoy some of the amazeballs food I grew up eating. Writing down all the recipes is a start, so I’ve started.
The carefully noted recipe, god forbid I skip a step and butcher its kaleidoscope flavor.
learning how to use a pressure cooker
mom chops like a maestro, part I
Today was a mixed media, pup-in-your-face kind of Monday evening.
No, not that gross white sandwich suicide.
I’m talking May. Mayo. MAY, YO. It’s the first of May. And I’m embarking on something silly. I wrote a list of twenty things today at work (oops) that I’d like to experiment with. The objective: figure out which ones have staying power in my life and which ones don’t. I’m doing them, living them, being them, consciously — for the entire month of May. And by May ….31st (yes, I just did the knuckle trick to figure out if there were 30 or 31 days. AIN’T NO THANG, REALLY), I’ll have some insight into which can endure and which are whims. Because if I can’t keep them up for a month and can’t reach a point where I’m almost intuitively, instinctively doing them, living them, being them – then they’re gone. Time is precious, after all.
The list? It’s secret. LET THE FUN COMMENCE.
If you happen to also be a huge dork, I recommend trying it maybe. It’s actually super entertaining/uplifting/enlightening so far… and it’s day one.