Lost without a (particular) friend…
Ever since a certain roommate moved out and in with her boyyyfriend, my cooking has taken a turn for the worse. It astounds me how often I make such odd and hardly edible creations these days. Last night was a stir fry of onions, tomatoes, broccoli and eggs - really, ‘fried rice gone wrong’ and without rice. I guess I took for granted the small tidbits of advice that seamlessly made their way from Nora’s culinary spirit in the room (maybe she was working out with Tracy or blogging with her left hand while saving the small kitties from drowning in their water bowl with her right) and into my stove-top creation.
