You were my summer. You were my reason that sitting in the cold, hard chairs on the first of September felt even colder and harder. They reminded me of the all too fateful timing that changed and broke our bond, and with it, made my heart ache and cry out for your hand and heart once again.
More time passed.
I wondered if our summer was meant to continue.
Maybe we were wrong; maybe our circumstances were.
Maybe we were meant to try to conquer. So I tried.
Conquering, I learned, is not a one-person effort.
As you soured, so did the end of my summer of you.
Those cold, hard chairs feel warmer and softer these days. With each passing day, I get farther from the deception of my heart and the dying desire to win a battle that only I was fighting. You were my 500 Days of Summer, that is true; now, I cannot wait to meet my 89 days of autumn.
RIP to the summer flings that were never meant to get to the fall, 219/365 (e.f.a.)
What’s the best thing you can cook? i feel like this is probably really subjective? probably the best thing that i can cook is the thing that you want right then, because i am 100% a service chef and will cook things just to please people, but don’t especially love cooking just for the sake of cooking. i make a couple things that are pretty good (i’m great at braised meats of all sorts, my tomato-cheese salad is fucking delicious, i make good pirogi, and i was a short-order cook for a while, so i do great eggs) but i don’t know that any of them are like, GOLD STAR, BEST FOOD, you know?
that said, an unexpected food-related place where i do really well is handling sudden large groups that need fed, or organising a menu for a dinner party, or that kind of thing. surprise out of town guests show up and you need supper? call me. casually impressive supper for your boss? i’m there. i’m almost 100% garbage at providing emotional support when your great-aunt gertrude dies, but i can show up and manage your crisis and make sure that everyone gets fed. which probably isn’t going to be anyone’s best meal, but it’s arguably my best kitchen trick.
Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? presents, all the way. i love looking at carved pumpkins and i love eating pepitas, but i had the way that drying pumpkin juice makes your skin feel hot and itchy and dry and gross and crawly, and i hate putting my damn hand into the pumpkin guts. no thanks.
i worked for a while, tho, at a candy store, and like all candy stores, we wrapped boxes of candy for no charge, which means that i spent basically every work hour from november to march but turning in place between the register and the wrapping station, wrapping box after fucking box of mediocre chocolates. which means that not only am i surprisingly good at wrapping presents, but i’m super fast about it and can do it on autopilot while reciting ingredients and nutritional information to people. definitely presents.