typing with a band-aid today, but somehow food always tastes better when one has exerted painful effort toward making it. it is simply the grating of fingers in the cheese or singe-ing of fingers that makes it that much worth while. aww man, that had better be some truly tasty eggplant parmesean!

and it was.

and he is learning my secrets, slowly...it is like riding a bike, you know, these things are ingrained into the skin, muscle memories. you learn to categorize flavors by smell and what flame height is just perfect for specifics. it is all inherant. yay!

parmesean+wine+love

always a good combination.

there were dreams last night, but i do not remember most of them, only parts. one part was living in SF with TT, where there were art exhibits down one street that encorporated children being sewn in to flat fabric coccoons attached to/part of the structures of buildings. inbetween every storefront there were little children's faces staring out...creepy. we went into a restaurant and sat at seperate tables, gazing at each other from across the room. my mother came in and sat with TT, and a random special-needs-person sat with me.

that is all i remember.

disturbing.

i wish to be home, in my bed, with kitties and TT. oh yes...