I experimented in the kitchen last night. It's been a long time since I did that. I forget just how much I love, love, love to try new things! I made a new garlic soup recipe. I don't know who Richard Olney is, but I used his recipe. It was a good start, but I'm going to do several things differently next time. And there WILL be a next time because I think it has the potential to be amazing. I already know how I'm going to change it up and when I do, I'll let you in on it because it will be STELLAR!
In other news, I went to church with Boy Crush and his roommates yesterday. Every once in awhile, I get this urge to go and see if I still hate it or not. And well? He mentioned at breakfast that he was going afterward and I asked to tag along. Better to be a spur of the moment choice than a long drawn out decision that would be peppered with hesitancy, resentment and dread, right? So, when I got out of the truck, I said to him, "I'm a little apprehensive." And he says, "Why? You go and see if you hear anything that fits your life, you listen to a little bit of music and well? It's something to do on a Sunday, you know?" And I wanted to kiss his smart little mouth right then and there because hello? THAT'S THE CALM. That's what I crave. THE CALM. So simply put in response to my inner turmoil. Duh. If only I could do that for myself.
Well, church has not changed. I still think the pastor is a freak ego-maniac. I still think the lead singer in the praise band thinks she's Pink or something, all hopping and bopping about. And I still think the whole, "People are DYING out there. Bring them to our church and they will be saved!" message is a bunch of shit. But we got to sing Christmas Carols, and on one song, there was an amazing harmonica player that joined in - and you know I love the harmonica! Plus I got to sit next to a very warm, solid man that makes me feel calm inside on a cold, wintry day in December. He was right. It was something to do on a Sunday.