My parents are great. I wish they weren't. Like most 14 year olds, I'd still like to blame someone else for my confusion and alledged failure at the things that I feel like I'm supposed to be. But nope... not my parents' fault.
They got me these art classes. Pottery mostly. When I was young. My brother and cousins played sports. I made bowls and I wished that my family would eat cereal out of them but no one ever did. I made a lot of ash trays.
The drives out to laurel seemed long.
I remember a lot of music that I heard on the trips to and from my art class.
One song I remember perhaps the most clearly was "Major Tom" by David Bowie.
I vaguely remember my mom explaining the song to me. I remember the vocals, and thinking how that couldn't possibly be the same guy from Labarynth, which I'd watched so many times (and which introduced me to the concept of homosexuality because Mom said Bowie was gay, but that's okay).
Major Tom... that song just made me stare out the window from the beginning to the end, listening to every note and lyric, in a way that I am not even capable of now.
I smoke weed and I can brush the faint memory of what it felt like to listen to music when I was a little girl.
Last night I cut up some chicken breasts, put them in a pan with some butter and a bunch of chopped scallions.
I've been wanting to re-create this curry sauce that I love, but it seems complicated. First you have to make the green curry, then the recipe.
I did find this product which tastes similar to the less spicy red curry
The stuff is pretty good! I spiced it up by adding a TON of red pepper and red pepper sauce to the chicken.
I thinned out the jar of curry sauce with a can of coconut milk.
I sort of don't like chicken, but it is a good receptacle for other flavors.
The sauce turned out delicious.
Next time, I'd like to do this with shrimp and crabmeat, or textured tofu and some veggies.
So.. I guess this is my endorsement for Sharwood's red curry sauce.