2 posts tagged “food”

My boyfriend and I split up last night.  It was kind, gentle and so painful.  He's a very good man that I care for so much, but we had one deal-breaker that we haven't been able to work out the entire time we've been together.  In the end, it was time to let it go.

Unsurprisingly, I've spent much of the last evening and morning crying.  And crying some more.  And a bit more for good measure.

I didn't eat dinner last night.  Not on purpose, just because I never felt hungry.  Even my "normal" of emotional eating was stunted a bit, I only had a couple of ice cream bites.  I wasn't hungry this morning either, but artgeek reminded me both last night and this morning that I needed to eat.  I spent most of the morning on a couple more ice cream bites, and eventually told myself to just take artgeek's advice and go find breakfast.

I will be back to Chicago come fall, but I am rather suddenly spending my summer back in New Mexico.  So when I needed to find breakfast, there was nothing more natural that finding the best breakfast burrito I could.

Recently, in another online haunt, I'd been trying to explain that there's this perfect union of food in a breakfast burrito, and couldn't convey it.  I am definitely a chocoholic, and I tend to have a sweet tooth of insanity, but a green chile breakfast burrito is still better.  I don't think I managed to explain it, but I tried.

However, this morning's experience really confirmed for me the truth of that statement.  I'd had a couple of ice cream bites (vanilla ice cream on top of a cookie thing, dipped in dark chocolate), and they tasted good and all, but it wasn't anything special.

Walking into the restaurant and seeing the wait made me smile a bit.  It's not the true definition of a hole in the wall, having it's own building, but it's tiny and unassuming.  I'd lived in this town in the past for years as a child, driven past it even more as an adult and never noticed it was anything until a friend took me almost a week ago.  Then I regretted missing it for so many years.

This time in, I noticed they had a small bar off to the side, in case you didn't insist on a table.  I wasn't hungry enough to care that much, but I'm bad at waiting, so the bar it was.  I read the menu, despite knowing what I wanted, then managed to drop it behind the bar.  I felt better when another person did the exact same failed maneuver later.

I ordered a one egg breakfast burrito, with bacon and green chile on the side.  It came smothered with cheese and with their special potatoes on the side.

One bite in, and I realized it was perfect.  There's something amazing about the combination of eggs and green chile anyway, and no I don't know what it is.  But when the green chile is made just right, and the eggs are mixed with bacon and wrapped in a flour tortilla covered in cheese?  That's comfort food.

Suddenly I really needed to eat, even though my body had still not told me I was hungry.  Cutting off big bite-sized pieces of burrito and dunking it in the chile.  Feeling my throat sting just a hair.  Devouring every bit of burrito on the plate (and no small number of potatoes with green chile as well).  Walking out afterward with my lips still tingling.

It doesn't cure the pain of losing someone so important to me.  But for a moment, it sure made me happy.  And right now, I'll take those moments.  Sure I still nearly lost it in the restaurant when my wallet fell open to his picture.  The radio still had the power to make me cry on my drive home.

But for a moment all that mattered was that I was home, with all the unique pieces that come with it.  Like lips that tingle even without a kiss.

I am seriously considering making "rearranged the kitchen" as one of my projects for thing a day.  Of course, I'd have to clear this with my roommate, but I'm starting to get frustrated.

There's a ridiculous amount of wasted space in our kitchen, mostly because it's up high.  This isn't an unsurmountable problem, we just need a taller stepladder.  There's also just a certain amount of inefficiency in where things are located.

The problem is that I don't want to piss off or anger my roommate.  The kitchen works for her, clearly, so she's not going to be inclined to change it, I suspect.  That's not entirely true.  I doubt she'd mind if I put things up high, though she'd laugh at me since I'm so short, but an actual rearrangement might be tricky.

I at least need to do something with my pantry space and see if I can expand into the higher areas.  I'm getting pretty tired of having to wander downstairs and out to the garage if I want to make something specialized.  Furthermore, I'm having a very hard time finding things I own when I'm in the garage.  I wanted to make pumpkin bread today, but my loaf pans are not to be found.  I strongly suspect they are in the garage, but I went looking through my kitchen boxes down their and did not find them.

I'm not much of a cook, honestly, but I do better when I have tools and counter-space.  Also, when the tools I have can be found (both not in the garage, and not jumbled up in the kitchen).  I really, really want to become a better cook, and I have access to a kitchen that's really wonderful.  I just don't know how to bring it to it's full potential for me without stepping on her toes.

I really like my roommate, and I recognize that there's a certain amount of accepting I need to do, since I'm renting a room from her.  But I am wondering if there's a polite way to ask and see if she's willing to let me or help me rearrange.