I didn’t do much at all today. No, that’s not true. I did quite a few things, it’s just that – for a change – the day didn’t revolve around work or baby-makin’. A day off work, and I’ve been pretty damned stressed out by work and other injustices lately, so I spent my day off lazily. Walked the couple of miles into Red Hook, visited Brooklyn’s much-touted Ikea for the first time. (and, oh my god if that place isn’t strange. Nifty cheap minimalist Swedish shit that somehow manages to look sort of creepy at the same time. I’m definitely going back soon.) Wasn’t intending to buy anything, but walked out of there with a pineapple plant – with a wee, bitty pineapple growing out of its top – and something for the dog. Then I continued on to Fairway, which is the biggest supermarket in the city and reminds me of my lost suburban lifestyle. Then I walked out to the pier and stared at the statue of liberty for a few minutes. After I carried my groceries and Ikea-treasures home, I didn’t try to write. In fact, I didn’t do much all day except buy food and cook. Which was wonderful. I have that much of my father in me – when stressed out, I want to prepare good food. Eating it is nice, too, but it’s the preparation that eases me when I’m angsty.
So I roasted a duck and made a garlic gravy. Mashed taters and a salad. And the boy – who would just as soon have had chicken & baked potato – ate it manfully and pronounced the duck tasty and the potatoes nice, “but isn’t the carmelized garlic gravy just a bit too sweet? wouldn’t the salad have been nicer with just a bit of vinegar and oil?”
Maybe, but that’s not the point.
(I make him sound ungrateful and he wasn’t. I think he liked it well enough, he just doesn’t understand that it’s not even how it tastes that’s the most important, it’s the kitchen zen that gets me off when I’m in a mood like this. If it hadn’t been stepdaughter’s birthday last week (German chocolate cake) and my birthday next week (fudgey double-chocolate cake), there would have been some serious baking going on today. Probably good for my waistline that I settled on a single fancy dinner instead.)
And I liked the gravy, though the recalcitrance of our food processor had me tearing out whatever remains of my hair.
And then we watched “First Wives Club” on dvd. While we were giggling, Nellie-the-whippet was apparently downstairs eating a hole in the mattress cover while the sheets were in the dryer. Oi. What am I going to do with this dog? I actually bought her a sheepskin at Ikea today because they were cheap and soft and I thought – silly me – that nothing would be more tempting for a dog that likes to chew things up than a piece of dead sheep. But no! Poly-cotton mix stretched tight over a mattress is much more appealing. If you’re Nellie.
Nothing IVF-related except injections & ingestions between now and Sunday. Sunday’s appointment is an 8am one, so I’ll be yawning on my day off. Otherwise? Nothing new to report, save that someday I’d like to teach my son to cook just like his granddaddy taught me.