I Am Fine

 I am a firm believer of the adage cooking is a form of affection, love even. I am not a seasoned chef nor a great kitchen authority. My 10 fingers exceed the number of recipes I can comfortably create. 

I have not been in front of the stove for several weeks as my hunger and cravings rely on to-go orders, from my cousins' LA Filipino restaurant and saved food from potluck and family occasions plus I usually work five days a week.

Today as the day kind of started slow, I finished my workout and laundry early, I checked the pantry to see what I can cook. There's Spam, canned chicken breast, mushroom, alfredo sauce and spaghetti. And so I took out a large pan and turned on the stove. 

While preparing the ingredients, I have Gracie Abram's songs playing, my breathing was regular, I was humming. I never set myself in front of pots and pans, and boil, sauté or fry anything when I am sad or half- broken.Then it dawned on me, I was cooking again because I am fine already, not just merely okay. I am in a calm, grateful and peaceful state, my very own concocted pasta sprinkled with chili flakes, cheese and parsley leaves made my tummy happy.:)

Cooking. Therapy. Peace.

Tuesday at Home

 Today is a rare off work Tuesday for me.  Last night the most I was delighted about is to sleep in on my firm bed as I snuggled in my white comforter. I awoke earlier than the 7 AM alarm and spared longer minutes to daydream, pray, breathe and close eyes again.

I hit the treadmill with incline and speed rotations my legs are sore from an unjust workout hibernation. Taylor's songs as expected made me survive the exercise. Move for sanity and vanity.:)

I descaled my Keurig and Nespresso machines, looking forward to mornings with better and fresh coffee. I never really thought I would be a coffee fan this much.

I flipped pages of Pride and Prejudice novel which I downloaded free from Apple library. Embracing the opportunity to read a timeless and classic piece. So far, I am impressed with the manner of writing, a thing I do not see in the contemporary novels that accompany me lately.

Later, I will have my hair color done by Aimee as grey hair grows here and there on my crown.:)

A delightful quiet and steady Tuesday I am glad and grateful.

Tuesday. Quiet. Rest.