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Rice and beans
Rice and chickpeas
Rice and rice
Flour and water

Thursday is payday. Good thing too.

Thought too much today. Expectations and worries leave you empty-handed. I try to embrace the moment, find meaning in the present, but that task is not always easy.

Black rain

Some of you may know: I'm considering moving to Vancouver. Today I am in Toronto visiting a friend. I took the train from Guelph and got lost in the rain on streets lined with condominiums, people wearing identical black coats and rushing with grimaced faces. Do I really want to live in a city as large as Vancouver? Be forced to take public transit, be constantly surrounded by concrete, and unable to see the horizon. I am not a city person. I doubt I ever will be. But there's a time for everything, correct? Well if there is, perhaps there's a time for cities. A time for unreasonable rent. A time for the skytrain. A time for living among city folk. A time for becoming city folk? Nah. There's no time for that one.

I can tell you though. There's not going to be a time for living in Toronto. If a city is this large it should at least have some beautiful landscapes to surround it. I also bought an umbrella this morning. Maybe that makes me one step closer to becoming a Vancouver dweller.

Jealousy? Of course not...

Spring break. Would prefer it to be in the mountains or on the ocean. Instead went out for Persian food in the big city.  But hey, I'm not complaining about an incredible lamb and pomegranate stew. I am simply craving breath-taking scenery, fog rolling over ocean shores, and mountains impassible.

Vegetarian? Say what?

Check out my friends tumblr. He makes good food.

http://dickiepea.tumblr.com/

Good mornings make good food

Today is a good day. I do not have class, and though I am loving my new job I don't have to do that either. I started making feta (shown below hanging from a wooden spoon) and made granola. I love food. Specifically I love making food, and consuming it too. But I hate recipes. Strangely enough I love making cheese, and in the case of cheese recipes are vital.

With this feta I am going to follow the usual recipe: let it hand for six hours so the whey can drain out, slice it, salt it, flip it, salt it. After that it's ready to eat. It is at this point I will experiment by taking half of the feta (which I won't salt) and put it in a brine solution. I want a feta that is firmer and crumbles a little more. I'm hoping this experiment if successful. If it is I'll sell it to my first customer. At one point in my life I would love to have many customers. And more cheesemaking equipment too; wooden spoons, one pot, and rubber bands can only take you so far.

End note: I love food.

May I just say that I love having a job. Working and earning what you deserve for your work feels good.

I want to learn more. Life needs to be full. I want to live a life full of wonder and discovery. And I do indeed want what's right, what's good, what's just.

At this moment I am quite at ease with my lack of clarity. Daily that feeling changes, but on this monday the feeling I have is one of peace.

I am a rambler. Probably always will be.

The flow of life.

Tugging and pulling.

Up and down.

A step back, a step forward.

All a vital part of life. It's about time to accept it.

(also - bought a dress today. congrats to me for finally getting a job)

Best given reason to have children: to sing them this song

Humans are pack animals

Are we not?

What about the lone wolf? May sound depressing to some, romantic to others, or to few, simply the reality of life. Either way, there's definitely times that I feel like a lone wolf, not that I do not have people close to me that I cherish dearly. There are just times that I feel like exploring the countryside, rustic rolling hills, and the rest of the land wolves see, alone.

A lack of faith in people may be a reason for this 'one wolf' thought. There's no doubt that my faith could be restored.  But on this night I feel like the only one howling to the moon.

Woke up on the right side of the bed this morning. A little Tim O'Brien can always do me good.

IT'S FEBRUARY.