You Didn't Have to Feed Me Like You Did, But You Did

Once in a blue moon P will throw the old girl a bone and go out and fetch dinner without me having to be involved at all. This to me is a dozen roses. This is a diamond ring from Zales. I'd rather come home from work and see this big hot plate of shrimp lo-mein that I didn't have to call in myself than almost anything. But as an unexpected extra, he actually ordered a poo-poo platter. The dish we always joke about getting but never even knew what it was. By the way, uh, its a whole artery clogging plate of fried things and meat. I wouldn't recommend it unless you're young and hung over which thank God I'm neither.

However P looked a little green around the gills on this night come to think of it...

Heavy Blankets Cover Lonely Girls

Why and how is it that while P is away its cold and gloomy almost everyday so far. I had all these plans to LIVE like Auntie Mame. So far, I'm suffering lethargy and burping uncontrollably for unknown reasons. My head feels like it weighs about a hunnerd pounds. I've had major migraines and had to go to see a neurologist. This is nerd behavior not of someone that is fabulous.

Food-wise I had visions of making all these fun girly dishes with decadent cheeses or even indulging in baked sweets. I don't even feel like making myself tea. After work I shuffled into the single guys line at the Number One Chinese Restaurant down the street. We all took our white plastic bags home alone with our complimentary ice tea drinks without making eye contact.

This lo-mein was eaten with a certain amount of lo-shame, although I did finally get to order the chicken wings that P never wants and turns out for good reason. They suck. Straight to bed.

Pretty Baby Please Don't Go

Sometimes I feel that my only true friends here in town, the people that really understand me are the pizza delivery guys, or the guy that does my laundry or the man that puts all that attention to my Chinese take out order at the #1 Chinese Restaurant here on Fulton. Sometimes imaginary relationships are the best ones.

I really enjoy eating Chinese take out in those little white boxes just like they do in the movies but lately they're serving the main dish in the foil containers, so we transfer them to a plate. You see I get the extra thrill of doing things I've seen in movies. That's been with me from the get go. I have a deep nostalgia for the late 60s and 70s. After I saw the movie Paper Moon when I was about 10 with Tatum O'Neal I kept all my things in a cigar box and smoked cigarettes in my brothers room with a white muscle shirt on. I would smoke in there because he had the bed most resembling the ones in the movie and because my brother had just come out of the Marines, his bed was always made. It was deeply satisfying to me to recreate not only the scenes in movies but to try to 'be' the character. I'm not talking about acting, I'm talking transforming into the actual character for my pleasure alone. I still long for a friend like Ethel on I Love Lucy that lives next door and is funny and always available. Music was the main builder of my tweens, teens and adulthood but movies and tv definitely formed my youth. I felt more close to Carol Burnett than I would to a favorite aunt. Doris Day in her brilliant technicolor allowed me to live in a clean, bright, colorful world with matching shoes.

It's not a huge deal if the white containers go away in the big picture but its still a little sad for me. By the way the Pepper Steak was perfection!

Love Me Two Times Baby

I love, love, love leftovers! All the work has been done already. You simply must heat and serve. Chinese Take Out from the #1 Chinese Restaurant down the street on Fulton gives generous portions on their small sizes. Enough to enjoy a second meal. And the vegetables are always cooked to perfection!