Okay, okay. My kitchen is operational. (We still need to put in the hood.) Would you like to hear the mind-blowing, totally fantastic, OUTSTANDING meal we made as soon as everything was ready to go?
It was spaghetti with classico sauce, y'all. And some roasted broccoli. WE HADN'T GONE GROCERY SHOPPING YET! JEEZ. Saturday, we paid some bills and then went shopping with a meal plan for the first time in a few months and it was AWESOMEEEE. Then we roasted a chicken.
And hey, i don't want to toot my own horn but this was the best chicken I've ever roasted. I don't know if it's because the heat is more evenly distributed in my new fancy oven, or if it's just that it's been awhile, but it was so perfectly cooked, omg.
Uhhhh anything else? Sorry if this is really boring, I'm distracted by the sound of my kid and my 2 nephews tearing my basement to shreds. They seem to be having a good time, but HOLY CRAP, little kids make a lot of noise.
Also, my garden is doing pretty well. I have lots of snap peas and even though I keep finding slugs all over everything, stuff seems to be growing. So, hooray for that.
Also I just had a conversation with my friend Josh about the upcoming Zombie Apocalypse and honestly y'all? This shit kind of bums me out. I can try to ignore things as much as I want (OIL SPILL OIL SPILL OIL SPILL OIL SPILL OIL SPILL) but the reality is that I spend pretty much every day practically vibrating with anxiety and consumer guilt. I have to spend a huge portion of my time shoving thoughts out of my head because I am so freaked out by life in general. Like WHAT IS EVEN THE POINT OF BEING ALIVE WHEN HUMAN BEINGS DO SO MUCH FUCKED UP SHIT?! WHY DID I HAVE A KID IF HE IS JUST GOING TO GET EATEN ALIVE BY ZOMBIES ON MY 29TH BIRTHDAY (my 29th birthday will be 12/21/2012, fyi)?!?! WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE! I AM A BAD PERSON BECAUSE I HAVE A DISHWASHER AND ALL THOSE LITTLE GIRLS IN "BORN INTO BROTHELS" HAVE TO SCRUB THEIR PANS WITH FILTHY OLD WATER!
I could go on, but I won't. The truth is I don't have a clue what to do with this type of energy. I grow shit in my yard, I teach my son to be a good person, I cook all my meals at home in an attempt to be healthy, but I wrestle with feelings of "WHAT'S THE POINT" pretty much all day, every day. I just keep making shit- art, food, friends- and hope that things turn out okay. Even complaining about these bad feelings makes me feel like a dick, knowing that somewhere else, like some Guatemalan kid is like, "ORLY, ALICE? YOU'RE STRESSED OUT BECAUSE YOU FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HAVING A NEW DISHWASHER? WELL THERE IS A SINKHOLE THAT LITERALLY REACHES THE PITS OF HELL IN MY BACKYARD, SO STOP WHINING. I get it, I know that I am like the epitome of White Kids With Problems. Poor me, I have college debt but I own a house in a beautiful city where most people have the same political ideals as I do. Hard knock life, y'all!
I don't know where I was going with this. Just know that I am incredibly thankful for what I have.