Please, don't worry about me too much, though I do love the support. I'm really having a nice/normal day today. I haven't had too many flashes of red and or evil thoughts about Allie. As you all know, my favorite place is Rome isn't the Coloseo, the Trevi Fountain, or the Pantheon (though I love that one), it's my neighborhood market.
Sounds stupid but I love to cook and I love to try new things. I've been going to our neighborhood market every Saturday for the past year and my face is pretty well-known to some of the vendors there. With all of this stuff going on for the last month I hadn't been going to the market and in fact hadn't been eating very well at all. My standard fruit after the meal thing went out the window because the fruit at the supermarket is "schifo" or nasty and is just a waste of money when I can get great produce from my guy. I kind of stopped cooking for the most part and was just eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (my comfort food of choice). It felt great to see their smiling faces and be welcomed back when I walked up to their stalls.
I had really lost the joy of cooking during all of this. I would think about Allie making some dish that I taught her for her next boyfriends and how much joy my cooking would bring them and I would get really pissed off. Not only would the guy have my wife but also my cooking! A wandering mind is a terrible thing! Actually, the funny thing about that is that I was imagining Allie cooking! I know, that probably sounds a bit psychotic and I kind of agree, but this is how my mind is working nowadays. But I digress.
Today, I went to the market for the first time in about a month. Sometime in the last four weeks the season had changed! Gone were the apples and oranges. First, I saw a few true signs of summer in Rome...white peaches and watermelons! But they were at a different stand than mine so I decided to wait. It made me excited to see what was going to be available for me at my stand. They had a giant pile of cherries! Huge, Dark as the night cherries! I'm pretty skeptical about cherries unless I'm buying them from an orchard in Yakima or from a Mexican in a white van on the side of the road in Federal Way. But I couldn't resist and I bought a little over a pound. Not Yakima quality, of course, but pretty damn good.
It felt great to get back to what was such a normal routine thing for so long. Now I'll be cooking for one but that doesn't mean I can't eat well!
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