Cooking
It seems like ages since I last cooked for myself. Last night was the first time I've cooked since moving here. There's something real nice and grounding about cooking your own food. I'm not talking about the art of throwing pre-packaged, pre-washed, pre-cut, pre-coated-in-all-the-chemicals-under-the-sun sort of food that comes on too many of the shelves at the supermarkets these days, but rather the making of a decent sauce from raw, fresh and local ingredients. Mind you, I'm not so sure on the localness of the potatoes but what the heck.
So it was good to get stuck in and get some pots and pans dirty rather than the inside of the microwave. For sure it took a lot longer but there was the added bonus of the satisfaction of it all. Hey, I did this! Wonderful. Shame it didn't taste so good. I'll put that down to the salt I couldn't find.
This morning was the first commute in from almost 'out of town'. This city's so big it's hard to tell the difference these days. The 60 minute commute, so the bus shelter told me, actually on lasted just over 1/2 an hour so I was in class a little over 15 minutes later than usual. Good thing was that the extra time being upright cleared my nose a lot more and I felt more open as well. Hmmmn. Maybe my preconceived notion of commuting being a bad thing was a bit unjustified.
I've almost signed off on full time accomodation. Once I get a means of being able to pay the deposit I'll be sorted out. Hopefully there'll be some sense of summer left to appreciate the garden.