Yum Makes It All Better

[jmfargo]

Okay, so my morning wasn't going so well and I was really ready to just shut down and take a nice long nap, which wouldnt have been a bad thing, but at the same time would have been because I have work to do. Instead, I remembered that I had to make spaghetti sauce or we would have no dinner tonight! A part of me argued that if I didn't make it we might be able to have a fish fry (probably my favorite meal these days), but honesty won out in straight sets, and I got to cooking.

Nothing soothes me like cooking. The gentle rythm of cutting the vegetables, the harsh staccatto of the oil popping to its own beat, the smells, the memories, the tears. Tears? Damn that onion was powerful.

It was nice, getting into the kitchen and making my bastardized version of my family sauce into something that Maria will enjoy. I've actually created my own "family" sauce, so that feels good.

I'm relaxed now, able to work without feeling stressed, and handling the dogs better. It's absolutely amazing what getting into a kitchen can do if I'm cooking something I know really well. Very few things can be as calming. I sincerely hope that everyone has something like this for themselves that no matter how bad things are they can turn to it, and even if they don't "return to normal" afterwards, at the very least they are better during it.

Comments

Re: Cooking

[jfargo.livejournal.com]

I find it surprising that you're on good enough terms that this would be a natural occurance? It's a good thing, but as a guy who has usually gotten along with his exes just fine, I've never experienced that kind of ease.

I envy you.

How was the food? :)

Re: Cooking

[akdidge.livejournal.com]

What can I say, when you're ten anything is possible. ;)

Seriously though we care a great deal for one another but we just think we're headed in two different directions. Still, no reason to be mean, and we get along fine in everything except a few minor areas of contention.

The food was very good, although I did leave the meat on a tad too long, but not bad enough that it burned. I actually managed to time it just right that the meat was getting done as I finished dicing up the onions to add at the last second at about the same time that the sauce was starting to bubble, the garlic bread had about forty-five seconds before it was ready to be pulled out of the oven, and the noodles were reaching the perfect stage of "hey get us into a strainer!"