pesto
I woke up and made pasta with pesto this morning. I remembered this dish well. M made it for me when he was still dating XG in Beijing. I went over and he told me it was their favorite thing to eat recently. It had no garlic or spice. It was a mild, mild flavor.
At the time, I'd been in BJ for two years and I was used to everything tasting like FLAVOURFULASFUCK so I was very weirded out by this pasta. But over time I find myself eating it again and again. Each time I think of XG's face. I think now, I know now, that he didn't like it. He was pretending, for M. They broke up a few months after that, and it seems like no surprise to me. I think that's the first thing I look for now in a couple on the verge, is anyone pretending? Are they both honest about who they are?
Was I pretending? I think now that I am old, or now that I am more americanized, I really do like this pasta. I make it all the time and think of M and relationships.
At the time, I'd been in BJ for two years and I was used to everything tasting like FLAVOURFULASFUCK so I was very weirded out by this pasta. But over time I find myself eating it again and again. Each time I think of XG's face. I think now, I know now, that he didn't like it. He was pretending, for M. They broke up a few months after that, and it seems like no surprise to me. I think that's the first thing I look for now in a couple on the verge, is anyone pretending? Are they both honest about who they are?
Was I pretending? I think now that I am old, or now that I am more americanized, I really do like this pasta. I make it all the time and think of M and relationships.