today i woke up and cooked something. it's not a majour feat, i know. i've been working in kitchens for ten years now. there shouldn't be anything astounding about it. but when that someone who is your home just walks out the door and takes all the air in the flat - and your lungs with them... sometimes it's those small things that also go. the desire to eat. the desire to get out of bed.
but today i woke up and said "who the fuck cares?" it's an orphan's thanksgiving for me. no family to go visit. which is lovely. you have a lie in with the dog, you get up and cook some bullshit side dish and you go to a non-committal thanksgiving feast where you can smoke weed and get wasted. then you can go rage out to r.a.w at respect dnb. nothing is better.
it is far better than running around, spending two hundred dollars on food to feed a pakistani troupe, ten people deep, their first ever proper thanksgiving feast. waking up at 6 am to pre-heat ovens and whisking together finishing sauces for the sticky toffee pud is not a relaxing way to spend your holiday.i didn't miss that this year.
so, those of you out there who are alone. there are more of us, making the best of it just like you. look at the bright side, you get to listen to some massive drum n bass or smoke a spliff or do whatever the fuck you want to do whenever you want. t'ain't so bad, luffs. sometimes family is the worst thing.
a food and a song. after da break.