Asphalt sunday
Grey days come in many shades. The occasional grey day is blessed with light that steals softly into your room, gently caressing side of the lamp, the edge of the armchair, the sill of the window ... though today is not such a day.
I woke up thinking of cooking fish. Between having read Mei Ng's "Eating Chinese Food Naked" and time spent looking at Rowena's food blog ... I felt inspired to make asam prawns for dinner last night. Strong, spicy food that explodes your tastebuds ... the kind of food I grew up with.
"Steam or bake?" I laid in bed, thinking. With ginger, garlic, and soy. How about lime? No, no lime. It'd probably be okay baked. I don't have a proper steamer, I guess baking would have to do.
Strange to be thinking about cooking with such vigor, I haven't really cooked in a while. Odder still, I seem to be drained of all motivation, with little energy to write or devote to creative efforts. The fact that the PowerBook is in repair has left me at a loss.
Lured out for an early dinner with a friend, I enjoyed the brief sunshine (and the brief spurt of rain), and marvelled at the number of people out in the evening. Montreal bursts with such life in summer.
On the way home was a little shop which carried a sign declaring it was soon closing for renovations, and everything was going cheap. I poked my head inside, and fell into a discussion with the owner's wife for a little while. They had the most exquisite Japanese dishes and teacups — one particular set which caught my eye consisted of tiny deep leaf-green teacups, snuggled into leaf-shaped saucers. Lucky for me they were not accepting cards and I wasn't carrying much cash.
I pondered about my many projects — many half-done, half-begun, many merely conceived — and tried to forget that I might possibly lose a month's worth of work and photographs which I'd neglected to back-up. France, the countryside of Normandy which is now a deep part of me calls and soon I will be there to fall into its green embrace.
Overhead, the skies gradually turned the same shade of grey as the asphalt. The world faded into monochrome.
I thought about the fish in the fridge. Perhaps I will bake it for supper.
13 July 2003, Sunday, 08:34 PM
Alter ego of dandruff
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