Can I be real with you guys? I’m completely disinterested in all of the sugary treats of the Winter holidays this year. I would say honestly I’m craving salty lentils and mushrooms on toast, hydrating miso soup with seaweed, deep dark greens, eggs, seafood and citrus. There’s absolutely nothing treat-like about that line-up. I don’t get it, I mean shouldn’t I be in full force gusto over jam filled cookies and gingerbread things???
Maybe it’s how mild Virginia weather has been. Or the fact that I don’t have a cute pet to dress up like a reindeer….
Or perhaps it’s just that I’m biding my time until the days start to get longer. As the world grows achingly dark, I am sleeping more, and doing less. I am living slower, and getting less mundane work done. Our laundry has piled to the breaking point, although somehow the living room is tidy and filled with flowers (because flowers are far from mundane, you see?). That being said, I’m also writing up a storm. I’ve written ten poems and two songs in the last three weeks.
Ah well, if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years it’s to trust my gut. And my gut is like writing this poem down is more important than the dishes. And also well if your gonna make treats keep them fresh and raw and then go make some eggplant bibimbap k?