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Guess what? I had another beautiful day with my love. Surprise! Haha.
I went over to his place on Wednesday evening, after getting all the parts and pieces ready for making my nettle tart. We passed a mellow evening just loving each other, then woke up the next morning, cleaned the kitchen, and made the tart. It turned out beautifully, and I got to share it with his roommates, his best friend, and one of his neighbors. I wrote about the experience with the neighbor on FB. Here's some copy/paste for you.I met the old man who lives next door to Tory today. Among other things, he had never eaten nettles before, though his mama used to harvest them, because she was raised poor, he said.
I offered him a slice of my nettle tart, which he accepted, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek in exchange. He wouldn't take the plate it was on, and insisted that I slide the tart onto his hands. A bit of nettles remained on the plate, so I fed them to him. We both loved it.
Life is so magical right now.
He and I also processed the last of our nettle harvest, which I'm steaming right now. We worked and talked and had a good time. I love that he is so willing to do these sorts of things with me. Not just willing, eager. He loves it. We're going to harvest more nettles on the next nice day we have off.
I started menstruating overnight on Wednesday, and while it isn't a terrible cycle, I am definitely a bit tired and in pain. Tory has been so good to me, preparing hot water bottles for me, feeding me red wine and bourbon, massaging my back, loving me.
We had a great dinner too: the last of my quinoa lentil veggie loaf and cashew gravy, plus we took the last of the mashed potatoes and mixed them with sauteed kale, then rolled it into balls and baked them. It was all so good. He is in love with my food, and I fucking love feeding him. He is so happy to have me cooking for us. I give him a list of things to pick up from the store, then tell him what I need prepped, which he does happily and quickly. I cook, he washes the dishes, and we are both so happy. Trey and I had a very similar arrangement, and that's one of the many things I was sad about losing. Turns out Tory and I have the exact same dynamic. For some reason, I feel a little guilty about that, but what can I say, it's awesome.
We just fit so well together, in work, in play, in spirit. I swear, it's like we were made for each other. We are so, so, so in love, and both of us could see this being IT. I really don't think it gets any better than this, and I think we'll be able to be good with each other for a very long time. It's just wonderful.
I'm back home now, getting a second nettle tart made, mostly for Trey and our neighbors, plus I'm making a double batch of polenta and a double batch of Mexican hot chocolate cupcakes. I'll be leaving some of each for Trey, and taking the rest back over to Tory's. He doesn't work until 3:00 tomorrow, so we'll have all morning to luxuriate in each other, and jaunt down to the first Farmer's Market of the season.
Tory had plans to take a road trip down to visit his parents in Lake Tahoe in late May and early June. Guess who's going with him? We're going to camp and visit friends on the way down, then I'm going to meet almost his entire family. He normally likes doing those sorts of things alone, but he is so happy to have me going with him. I am beside myself with excitement. The trip alone is amazing, and getting to do it with him is even better. Ten to fourteen days by his side, visiting beautiful country. I can't wait.
I went over to his place on Wednesday evening, after getting all the parts and pieces ready for making my nettle tart. We passed a mellow evening just loving each other, then woke up the next morning, cleaned the kitchen, and made the tart. It turned out beautifully, and I got to share it with his roommates, his best friend, and one of his neighbors. I wrote about the experience with the neighbor on FB. Here's some copy/paste for you.I met the old man who lives next door to Tory today. Among other things, he had never eaten nettles before, though his mama used to harvest them, because she was raised poor, he said.
I offered him a slice of my nettle tart, which he accepted, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek in exchange. He wouldn't take the plate it was on, and insisted that I slide the tart onto his hands. A bit of nettles remained on the plate, so I fed them to him. We both loved it.
Life is so magical right now.
He and I also processed the last of our nettle harvest, which I'm steaming right now. We worked and talked and had a good time. I love that he is so willing to do these sorts of things with me. Not just willing, eager. He loves it. We're going to harvest more nettles on the next nice day we have off.
I started menstruating overnight on Wednesday, and while it isn't a terrible cycle, I am definitely a bit tired and in pain. Tory has been so good to me, preparing hot water bottles for me, feeding me red wine and bourbon, massaging my back, loving me.
We had a great dinner too: the last of my quinoa lentil veggie loaf and cashew gravy, plus we took the last of the mashed potatoes and mixed them with sauteed kale, then rolled it into balls and baked them. It was all so good. He is in love with my food, and I fucking love feeding him. He is so happy to have me cooking for us. I give him a list of things to pick up from the store, then tell him what I need prepped, which he does happily and quickly. I cook, he washes the dishes, and we are both so happy. Trey and I had a very similar arrangement, and that's one of the many things I was sad about losing. Turns out Tory and I have the exact same dynamic. For some reason, I feel a little guilty about that, but what can I say, it's awesome.
We just fit so well together, in work, in play, in spirit. I swear, it's like we were made for each other. We are so, so, so in love, and both of us could see this being IT. I really don't think it gets any better than this, and I think we'll be able to be good with each other for a very long time. It's just wonderful.
I'm back home now, getting a second nettle tart made, mostly for Trey and our neighbors, plus I'm making a double batch of polenta and a double batch of Mexican hot chocolate cupcakes. I'll be leaving some of each for Trey, and taking the rest back over to Tory's. He doesn't work until 3:00 tomorrow, so we'll have all morning to luxuriate in each other, and jaunt down to the first Farmer's Market of the season.
Tory had plans to take a road trip down to visit his parents in Lake Tahoe in late May and early June. Guess who's going with him? We're going to camp and visit friends on the way down, then I'm going to meet almost his entire family. He normally likes doing those sorts of things alone, but he is so happy to have me going with him. I am beside myself with excitement. The trip alone is amazing, and getting to do it with him is even better. Ten to fourteen days by his side, visiting beautiful country. I can't wait.