Solitude

Days melting together

Tracking dates’ a mess

Sleeping when it’s dark

Getting up whenever I feel like it

The sun high up the sky

Half the day is gone.

A few hours left till bedtime

Sleeping once more

Tomorrow I’ll jog and bake cookies

To myself I promised

And the cycle goes on.

Through the window

The beam of sunlight poured in

Warming my upturned face

Longing for days out the sun

Grass under my feet

Wind on my hair

Till things get better

At home I shall stay.

It’s Saturday

And we cooked. I am surrounded by people who are either Italians, a good cook or both. They are passionate people and love good food. They find my way of cooking horrible especially the one where I mix a jar of bolognese pasta basil sauce with pasta I boiled in oil and salt. This led to a step by step instruction on cooking a proper pasta and a promise to let them try it. Months later and I’m still not brave enough to have my pasta judged.

So, today, my sister and I decided to cook instead of eating out. She is an aspiring vegan. I admire her day to day promise and conviction to be vegan but a year later…she’s still promising to start the next day after eating steak or barbecue pork ribs. I do love her collections of vegan books and recipes.

I guess it doesn’t help that both of us can’t cook. Well, technically we can saute, fry and boil and those are forms of cooking. However, when it comes to the coveted art of “proper” cooking, we are highly skill-challenged.

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Our flat had that lovely smell of baking cookies. She decided on vegan chocolate chip cookies and the smell was divine. Except for the taste. They were all so bitter it was hard to swallow. I guess it was too much baking powder? My sister was horrified when she realized she put tablespoonful of baking powder instead of teaspoonful. No wonder, they were as big as bread. I felt sorry for her because she was so disappointed. I tried eating it to show support but I just couldn’t take another bite. We ended up throwing the batches away.

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We did have the noodles I cooked for brunch instead. It was edible enough. And of course, to make everything right, we had a cup of tea.