I feel very content this October evening. Â I am sitting at our dining room table (formerly the Jones’ kitchen table), having a break from dinner preparations. Â Looking up, I can see the lights shining from other people’s apartments through the dining room window. Â The sliding door facing out toward the Thames presents a very dark, very solid view. Â My music sounds good, the kitchen smells delicious. Â Greg is still at work – he finishes at 8:30. Â It’s been a bit lonely with him working this shift. Â He started out working 9-5:30, which allowed us to eat dinner together – something I think both of us really enjoy. Â My dinners without him are…..nutritional…but much less inspired. Â I’ve discovered something very exciting (and which I feel a little strange admitting, having previously held such a firm negative Â opinion about the matter): I enjoy cooking! Â This realization follows directly from another discovery: there are many styles of food preparation. Â I am still not sold on all forms of cookery, but I really love making things like stews and soups which allow me to take my time, listen to music, have a glass of wine…the high-paced, demanding style of cooking necessary for stir-fry, for example, remains a formidable, ugly enemy.
Â Anyhow, tonight’s dinner is soup. Â Mulligatawny. Â I had to improvise a wee bit (macintosh apples instead of granny smiths, chicken thighs instead of chicken breasts). Â I just had a small sample – tastes pretty darn delicious, if I may say so. Â Except I put in way too much parsley. Â It’s actually pretty repulsive looking – I’ve been trying to skim it off the surface (thank goodness parsley floats). Â Why do recipes call for parsley, anyhow? Â Is it just me, or does parsley completely lack taste and/or flavour? Â Perhaps I am commiting a serious cooking faux-pas by snubbing parsley? Perhaps my underdeveloped taste buds lack the discerning character required to appreciate the wonderfully elitist qualities of parsley? Â Ohhh, I am rambling. Â I’ll tell you what I do appreciate…and am currently appreciating….delicious, velvety French wine. Â We opened our bottle from Mary Beth last night to enjoy with our fawn heart. Â Mmm, heart. Â I sincerely apologize to those of you who feel adverse toward eating the vital organs of small, adorable animals. Â Believe me, if I think about it too much, I too experience the horror and disgust you are now feeling. Â But if you could taste it without knowing what it was….ohhhh, you have no idea. Â And isn’t it more humane to “use” as much of the animal as you can? Â Isn’t it worse to think of eating cows and chickens who spend their whole sad existences in meat factories?? Â Rambling. Â I am rambling.
So, school is going very well. Â I am enjoying being a student of library science. Â (I met a grad student taking “neuro” the other day on the bus – felt a little silly when she asked me what I was studying and I had to call it library “science”.) Â My classmates are fun, my assignments are (for the most part) practical and applicable to real life (whatever that may be). Â Plus, I get cool discounts all over campus because I’m a grad student. Â Western has a beautiful campus. Â Lots of trees and black squirrels. Â Squirrels here in London are a reasonable size – some of those grey beasties in Niagara are positively alarming.
I miss home and friends. Â I miss having coffee (or tea, in my case) with my brothers and sister in the morning. Â I miss coming home to Mumma cooking dinner, or working at the computer, or around the house. Â I miss (I can’t believe I am actually writing this down) being woken up by Dad in the morning. Â I miss Hunter. Â I miss being able to call up friends and meet for lunch, or for a movie date. Â When we were home for Thanksgiving, I could hear the QEW as I fell asleep at the Jones’ – I realized that I miss hearing it at night. Â But these are all good feelings! Â I miss all of these things in a good way. Â I am so, so happy to be living with Greg, and to have our own little apartment (complete with all of our silly decorations). Â I like London. Â It’s a very pretty, very active city. Â I miss Lake Ontario….but I love the Thames. Â School’s busy, family and friends are kind of far, but I am very, very happy.
So, anyhow, there’s my update. Â Soup is ready. Â Table needs to be set. Â Now that Gregory has spiffed up grollis.ca (looks pretty awesome, eh?), I’ll try to post with some kind of regularity. Â Hope you are healthy and happy! Â