this is the only thing i've cooked of note in the past week.
zuchini 3 ways. 3 zuchini. first one sliced round and sauteed with garlic and ginger. second one sliced lengthwise and simmered in pasta sauce. last one sliced and boiled in tamarind shrimp broth (sinigang?) right in the microwave.
the world around me is like garlic. it always smells better than it tastes. maybe that's why i love it. why do i find myself thinking in food metaphors? it's almost as if i find it more comforting than people at times. that's probably true when there's no one around. isn't that the truth though? i'm busy in my own life. no time for those that i don't set aside time for. and those with time for me, i somehow.. don't need it. strange. i can see names of people in giant overlapping random circles on paper like a venn diagram.
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