Once every now and then everyone needs to be pampered. I know the modern definition of that has become a spa-cation or indulging in Jimmy Choo shoes. But whatever happened to good 'ol fashioned pampering?
Like the reason I have not blogged in well over two months is because there was nothing left to rant and whine about. Birds chirped, jungle cats roared, people smiled, the weather in Houston became bearable and I stopped cooking.
Now it isn't like I hate cooking. On the contrary I rather enjoy it. Even more so when I am upset or angry because then, I make believe that the vegetables are people I am upset with and just cut them down to size. You get the drift right? But for the past few months, I had been agonizing over how to make a meal for Chuckles and me, what with his insane no-carb diet and my you-need-carbs-to-party diet. Oftentimes that would mean making four different dishes for two people. Trust me, the novelty wears off even if the glossy recipe book doesn't.
Add to that equation, the absolute scourge of grocery shopping every weekend and we have a miserable couple on a definitive path to murder-suicide.
Enter Chuckles' parents. Who visited for two months and took care of everything. They took over the entire kitchen, the pantry - what was running out, what needed replenishing; thought of new and interesting things to make daily, cooked dishes I loved eating as a child and in general put up with all my food fussiness. They were also constant conversation companions and made sure I ate healthy. Which is really all that matters anyway right?
Once time came for them to leave, I knew things would be back to normal and so I indulged myself. For the first time ever, I cut my hair short, have tickets to see Sting and the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, will spend Thanksgiving with Chuckles, reading by a fire while it snows in gorgeous Seattle. Buddies Sano and his blushing bride will join us. If in spite of this line-up something fails, a spa-cation awaits during the first few days of 2012.
After all I will be 30 soon and that is stress enough.
Like the reason I have not blogged in well over two months is because there was nothing left to rant and whine about. Birds chirped, jungle cats roared, people smiled, the weather in Houston became bearable and I stopped cooking.
Now it isn't like I hate cooking. On the contrary I rather enjoy it. Even more so when I am upset or angry because then, I make believe that the vegetables are people I am upset with and just cut them down to size. You get the drift right? But for the past few months, I had been agonizing over how to make a meal for Chuckles and me, what with his insane no-carb diet and my you-need-carbs-to-party diet. Oftentimes that would mean making four different dishes for two people. Trust me, the novelty wears off even if the glossy recipe book doesn't.
Add to that equation, the absolute scourge of grocery shopping every weekend and we have a miserable couple on a definitive path to murder-suicide.
Enter Chuckles' parents. Who visited for two months and took care of everything. They took over the entire kitchen, the pantry - what was running out, what needed replenishing; thought of new and interesting things to make daily, cooked dishes I loved eating as a child and in general put up with all my food fussiness. They were also constant conversation companions and made sure I ate healthy. Which is really all that matters anyway right?
Once time came for them to leave, I knew things would be back to normal and so I indulged myself. For the first time ever, I cut my hair short, have tickets to see Sting and the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, will spend Thanksgiving with Chuckles, reading by a fire while it snows in gorgeous Seattle. Buddies Sano and his blushing bride will join us. If in spite of this line-up something fails, a spa-cation awaits during the first few days of 2012.
After all I will be 30 soon and that is stress enough.
1 comments:
Finally a blog post !!! and as well written as ever !!
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