Voices of the Navy wives at the funeral echoed in her mind like a Greek chorus. We try to look out for each other. Well, you’ll see. It didn’t make her feel better. She didn’t want to be in their club. Didn’t want to learn how to be apart from the one person she longed to see every day.
Wannabe greek salad:
This is a super simple salad, where the amount of each vegetable I add, depends on whats in my fridge and my preferences, so you can make your own twist on this if you like.
Base of salad:
- red onion (I usually skip this one )
- olive oil
- apple cider vinegar
- dried oregano
Dice the vegetables and mix. If you add red onion, but think that the flavor might be a bit to strong, I suggest cutting it up into small slices and then soaking them in water while you make the rest of the salad.
Dressing : 2 parts olive oil, 1 part apple cider vinegar. Salt, pepper and oregano to taste. I like to make it a bit more salt than I usually would on food, just because the greens need a bit more.
For this serving I used 2 teaspoons of oil, 1 teaspoon of vinegar, and ca one teaspoon of oregano.
Mix dressing with the cut vegetables. Add feta cheese or goat cheese if you would like that. And enjoy 😊
Last night I had one of those dreams where my dream is a movie I’m watching, and when I wake up I’m sad it’s not a real movie because I had so much fun with it.
Taking out all the usual weird dream stuff, it was about a headmaster at a posh boarding school. He had been a student at the school himself when he was a child and he was one of those people who never really left the school system, eventually becoming a teacher and working his way up the ladder to become headmaster. The school had always been super elitist and had a lot of weird and sometimes horrible old traditions that allowed the kids to be shitty to each other because “it’s tradition” and he did nothing to stop it because “that’s how things have always been. I had to go though the same things myself as a child and see how well I did for myself. It’s a way of weeding out the weak”. He also looked down on poor and disadvantaged people and was generally a dick about it, hiding behind a huge polite smile and coming off as a bit of a snake.
And despite it all he was secretly having an affair with the lunch lady AND the janitor, both coming from poor backgrounds and neither of them *ahem* conventionally beautiful. All three people were adults who had been around the block a few times, so they were just having fun. The lunch lady and janitor took some enjoyment in getting to see the headmaster taken down a few notched when he was with them and he knew that and was kinda into it. It was sort of a kink thing.
It bothered me so much when I woke up that I didn’t get a proper ending (I usually do when it’s dreams like this). Was it a story about the headmaster learning to be less of a snob? Did the lunch lady and janitor get fed up with him? Did it end up as a blackmailing situation? What!? Alas, I shall never know.