I’ve been told as of late how I’ve been slowly turning into someone’s mother because all I seem to want to do these days is to stay at home, do groceries, cook.
I take that as a huge compliment, if you’d believe, because I’ve been on this Earth for 28 years and frankly this is the only time I’d ever spent some useful energy inside the kitchen.
This is a great thing because I literally feel myself evolving… Shedding versions of myself one onion peel after another, until I get to that sumptuous core of conquering the many years of
Plus- cooking (or trying to) is seriously a ton of fun, so I’ve realized.
Last weekend’s dish was stir- fried broccoli and its friends:
– Baby corn
– Lots of Ginger
– Red chili
– Soy sauce
– Vegetable oil
– Salt and Pepper
Would it be totally wrong if I say I’m already thinking about what to cook next while writing about food, while eating my lunch?
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