The last couple nights I've had the great good fortune to have two really good friends cook me dinner. I had fabulous homemade Italian at Gloria's (rigatoni with ragu and caprese salad - my favorite!). It was a nice evening spent talking. I started coming down with a cold/sore throat and she gave me this yellow Chinese pills. I love talking with her because I am always reminded me to never give up on my wild side.
Last night I popped up to Camarillo to see Carson, who is my best friend. I have such abstract affection for him. I love him dearly and care for him. As we both experience our worlds and refine ourselves and our desires we bang the rocks against each other, chipping off the rough surfaces. Don't jump to a conclusion - we're completely platonic. (It was not always the case, if you know the story.) Tasty chicken with beets and turnips. Salad with red pepper and toasted pine nuts. Conversations about relationships and living your life in response to the environment.
I can feel the energy in these home cooked meals. It's good for my throat. It's good for my soul.
That's sweet! Ahem: "The corners of the mouth - providing nourishment". Look to what you feed yourself, and upon what those around you do feed. Adjust your diet and friends accordingly.
Posted by: alfonso corona | November 11, 2004 at 09:56 PM