Friday, December 28, 2018

At the Dark End of the Street, Just You and Me

This was a strange meal that was not very attractive.  Sometimes meals reflect your state of mind. P had gone to visit family for Christmas and was coming home late.  I don't remember this at all now but given those facts and these pics, I'm pretty positive I was in an odd mindset.  Not necessarily a bad place but with ample time to listen to my own thoughts I will always shift realities. Leave the scene so to speak.  As if I step into another available vehicle where my bank of thinking is different and my cooking as well.  So much so, that many times I can't even make a crude tomato sauce for pasta.  That makes you wonder where creativity comes from exactly or for that matter memory of skills you've learned but suddenly have no access to.
This shows my desire to have a nice dinner in celebration of him coming home, yet possibly not able to get myself to the store, or together enough to make it happen. So this plate displays what I was capable of that day, which looks as disjointed as my mind. 
The chicken was great, a seasoned crispy baked thigh with pesto and mozzarella.  Red rice with garlic and herbs.  Okay, but then the sides are roasted celery, peppers, carrots and onions.  It's just fairly odd, like me on some days.

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