So sometimes it is essential to have anther person around for the sheer purpose of wanting to cook food. Being alone with just Edan gives me no real reason to cook much. He wont eat it. And well, frankly it is depressing in some respects, so lately I just don’t eat, or its soups or a tuna sandwich – simple, comfort food.

But, once in a while a friend calls, or I decide it is just time to make something. Tonight it was CURRY. Not to long ago I went on what some would call an epic adventure. I went with some special people who appreciate the humor of dried luxury squid, and fried gluten balls; and while there purchased several small cans of paste – mostly curry oriented. The one for this evening was a red curry, with very simply instructions, to the effect of: sautee curry paste with coconut milk, add chicken, add more coconut milk, add eggplant. Well, I am personally not the biggest eggplant fan, just not in love with it.So I opened the fridge and played the “lets see what is not rotten” game. I lucked out. I had peppers, onion, potatoes (and coconut milk in the cabinet already, I consider it a staple). So a quick trip up the road lead to a small piece of chicken and some pre-cut squash and zucchini  ( a rather large container for $2, couldn’t beat that).

Thus the birth of my curry. And the restart of my bladder. Spicy, Spicier than I expected. Very good, but spicy.

Taylor was the lucky one tonight, she joined Edan and I for a first course of bed frame assembly paired with a lovely syrah, second course was the spicy red curry, then a match of wits in Origami (accompanied by that same delicious wine) and we finished off, all three of us, with Neapolitan ice cream and fudge covered mint oreos.

People make a meal so much more significant than it would otherwise be. I miss cooking with some one else in the kitchen and sitting down to dinner. These are things that I took so for granted and dearly miss. I have missed them. But to be fare, I recently have not been one to share my space and so have cooked and delivered my fair share of meals. Now lonely, I turn to my friends for the companionship and the community. I have some fantastic friends. Taylor is a gem, she is a great confidant, fun and most importantly great with Edan. This is critical because meals in  house with children can be difficult. Generally Edan will eat first, then we will; and he is expected while we do to respect that time (whether its one or ten of us) and then following we walk or play games and eat dessert together. So it is important that my friends are willing and somewhat accommodating.

Tonight was a reassurance, that no matter how you feel, there are always people there to remind you of the good things you have, the good things you have had and the good things you have to look forward to. They help to keep you hopeful and strong when times are tough, and when those that you would otherwise turn to are indisposed.

Here is to family, community, origami and board games!

The origami by the way- well, we found out half way through that the animals get tougher as you get into the book. So with no skill, and some wine and fierce we plunged into level three origami animals.

We performed much better in memory!

And Edan is in his new bed.

In conclusion, The memories you make are better than no memories at all.

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