And they will tell you the things that you are not.

Chicken curry with potatoes and sticky rice. I promised curry, didn’t I? Perhaps not the most adventurous curry that was ever made, but I think it was pretty good for a first try.
3 T. curry powder
1/2 t. salt, or to taste
1 lb. cubed skinless chicken
2 T. vegetable oil
1 T. chopped shallot
2 t. minced garlic
2 t. dried chili flakes, or to taste
3 T. fish sauce
1 t. sugar
2 lemongrass stalks, cut into 3-inch pieces and bruised with the flat side of a knife
1 (1-inch) piece ginger, peeled, cut into 3 slices and bruised with the flat side of a knife
1 1/2 c. fresh chicken stock
1 1/2 c. unsweetened coconut milk
1 yellow onion, cut into wedges
1 medium golden potato, peeled and cubed
1/2 cup Asian basil leaves, cut in half
2 scallions, chopped
I think perhaps next time I’ll be a little less adventurous with the chili, and maybe let the curry cook down a little thicker. Otherwise, I look forward to having the leftovers in my bento tomorrow.
Today, I found out that the first boy I told that I loved has gotten engaged. My chest feels simultaneously excited and flattened. (But mostly excited.)
They live on two separate continents. And over the course of their relationship have spent 7 days together.
My first thought is ‘How ridiculous is that? Of course that will never work.’ And immediately afterwards I am both shocked and saddened by how pessimistic I’ve grown lately. I’ve been so wrapped up in the opinions of others that I’ve forgotten most of my favorite parts of myself. Notably the doe-eyed idealism.
So, rather than letting myself feel as though I’m eating the dust of nearly all of my peers, I think I’ll day-dream for a while about the kind of affection that could drive someone to propose to someone oceans away.
And a ladybug just crawled across my ceiling.



