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Jun. 21st, 2015 04:44 pmListening to a lot of Taylor Swift today, because 1989 is a great album.
I've cooked a bunch of new recipes recently. Huevos rancheros, chicken picatta, steak and mashed potato with sugar snap peas & radishes in a tarragon lemon sauce. I'm on this delivery service that sends a box of groceries and recipe cards. It's helping me level up my cooking skills. There's no food waste either, which I really love about it. So we're eating better, eating more vegetables and eating out a little less. Overall a win. Eventually I guess I'll get to a point where I can just buy things on my own and know how to much to buy. But this is filling in some gaps in my knowledge base. I am even chopping things and doing my mise-en-place.
Finished up my massive tattoo, booked for the next one in October.
Mike's band gets better every time I see them.
Father's day is weird. I spent a lot of time thinking about how my dad had a note in his phone about how no one called him the last father's day of his life. I remember thinking about doing it, and not. Would it have been any different. The unknowable questions.
I spend too much time wondering why it was so fucked up, why we are all so damaged.
My dad's ashes are still here. I need to just fucking make a decision about this. I don't know how.
I've cooked a bunch of new recipes recently. Huevos rancheros, chicken picatta, steak and mashed potato with sugar snap peas & radishes in a tarragon lemon sauce. I'm on this delivery service that sends a box of groceries and recipe cards. It's helping me level up my cooking skills. There's no food waste either, which I really love about it. So we're eating better, eating more vegetables and eating out a little less. Overall a win. Eventually I guess I'll get to a point where I can just buy things on my own and know how to much to buy. But this is filling in some gaps in my knowledge base. I am even chopping things and doing my mise-en-place.
Finished up my massive tattoo, booked for the next one in October.
Mike's band gets better every time I see them.
Father's day is weird. I spent a lot of time thinking about how my dad had a note in his phone about how no one called him the last father's day of his life. I remember thinking about doing it, and not. Would it have been any different. The unknowable questions.
I spend too much time wondering why it was so fucked up, why we are all so damaged.
My dad's ashes are still here. I need to just fucking make a decision about this. I don't know how.