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I worked all day at the Farmstand, dealing with boxes and boxes of spinach and yoghurt and glass milk bottles -- re-stocking, re-arranging the walk-in, cleaning up after all the deliveries. But as I was leaving, I just realized that I would actually have time and inclination that evening to cook some of the gorgeous food I'd been around, so I took home some fresh chorizo, aromatic red spring onions, spidery baby arugula, my favorite sharp chevre, and some of that quality butter. And hey, my friend Eric said he'd come over for dinner! As much introspection and self-analyzation as I've been doing lately, and as distressed as I've felt about some friendships, it was heart-warming to see him show up with a suit and a bottle of wine, mustache and bowtie in order. :)
I simmered cubes of my eagerly-procured Hubbard squash in lots of butter, Eric took charge of cooking the sausage, and I broiled the scallions drizzled in olive oil and squirted with lemon juice. Afterwards, I tossed the arugula with the goat cheese and a garnish of microgreens. It was a lovely evening; Eric told me about the upcoming changes in his business, I told him about my introspection, we really tried to encourage each other. He even made a connection that nobody has ever pointed out to me before, to my knowledge -- perhaps the reason I flip out at the slightest hint of anyone's emotional attachment to me is that I was trained, in church, to think I'm sinful (i.e., unworthy). I don't know, but it certainly gave me more to contemplate! :)
I simmered cubes of my eagerly-procured Hubbard squash in lots of butter, Eric took charge of cooking the sausage, and I broiled the scallions drizzled in olive oil and squirted with lemon juice. Afterwards, I tossed the arugula with the goat cheese and a garnish of microgreens. It was a lovely evening; Eric told me about the upcoming changes in his business, I told him about my introspection, we really tried to encourage each other. He even made a connection that nobody has ever pointed out to me before, to my knowledge -- perhaps the reason I flip out at the slightest hint of anyone's emotional attachment to me is that I was trained, in church, to think I'm sinful (i.e., unworthy). I don't know, but it certainly gave me more to contemplate! :)