Im not entirely sure why but I find that there is something altogether sexy about leggings. Purple ripped obviously-80s-Olivia-Newton-John-inspired leggings to be exact. Her name was Jenny (rapidly nicknamed Jenny Ondioline, hi, music geek, hi) and she was devilishly hard to engage in conversation, she jumped from clique to clique like a flea in a dog kennel. And I was constantly being cornered by a gentleman with a body like Mr. Potato Head who claimed that he could shake the very foundations of modern and ancient mathematics with his sage, prescient, and besotted questions, such as the definition of zero, or a rambling misstatement of Xenos paradox. He struggled mightily to shake said foundations, resembling the mental equivalent of Samson caught in Woody Allens body. As I had the misfortune to try and disagree with him I could not shake him until I was recruited to drive people to a club that resembles an opium den and is in fact the only place I know to buy opium-related products. Jenny and her leggings left a short while later.
Later that night I awoke and ate pizza that was in the fridge. Sarah is lactose-intolerant and the pizza had cheese so dream logic insisted that the pizza was open for noshing. It wasnt. I spent a good amount of Sunday rushing around, driving out to Asian Gourmet way out in Kenner, another stop at a Whole Foods, a quick check on my personal reserves of jasmine rice (only 19 pounds left) and then it was time to make green chicken apology curry.
Green chicken apology curry is made with standard cheap green curry paste and cheap coconut milk, this sounds callous but the cheap tinned stuff tastes better. Carrots, peas, and chicken breasts, stir fry in sesame oil, and then the secret : you must find an authentic bottle of fish sauce. Most fish sauce is caramel-colored and clear and too refined. My mother raised me right on the sort of fish sauce that still has snakehead carcasses floating in the brine, the sort that smells like a twelve-year-old trying to give her younger sister a perm. Add three tablespoons of fish sauce to the curry. Ignore the stench, it goes away after a few days. Grate some ginger and chop up a fist-sized mass of mint and add that also. Lime juice and chicken broth are not necessary but the effort in acquiring these items only increases the flavor of atonement. Add on top of sticky jasmine rice and go to sleep in your own bed rather than the doghouse.
Mary is reticent and her eyes will never meet yours. They are not downcast but she simply will not return a gaze. But this is parade season and Oshun and Pygmalion were rolling tonight. As all good people do we yelled and screamed and waved to get our beads and she loosened, finally, a bit. The parade riders were showering her with throws, all the best plastic beads and doubloons and medallions and she was in high color. She was not drinking or otherwise indulging but the Mardi Gras ego trip is intoxicating enough.
Later that night I awoke and ate pizza that was in the fridge. Sarah is lactose-intolerant and the pizza had cheese so dream logic insisted that the pizza was open for noshing. It wasnt. I spent a good amount of Sunday rushing around, driving out to Asian Gourmet way out in Kenner, another stop at a Whole Foods, a quick check on my personal reserves of jasmine rice (only 19 pounds left) and then it was time to make green chicken apology curry.
Green chicken apology curry is made with standard cheap green curry paste and cheap coconut milk, this sounds callous but the cheap tinned stuff tastes better. Carrots, peas, and chicken breasts, stir fry in sesame oil, and then the secret : you must find an authentic bottle of fish sauce. Most fish sauce is caramel-colored and clear and too refined. My mother raised me right on the sort of fish sauce that still has snakehead carcasses floating in the brine, the sort that smells like a twelve-year-old trying to give her younger sister a perm. Add three tablespoons of fish sauce to the curry. Ignore the stench, it goes away after a few days. Grate some ginger and chop up a fist-sized mass of mint and add that also. Lime juice and chicken broth are not necessary but the effort in acquiring these items only increases the flavor of atonement. Add on top of sticky jasmine rice and go to sleep in your own bed rather than the doghouse.
Mary is reticent and her eyes will never meet yours. They are not downcast but she simply will not return a gaze. But this is parade season and Oshun and Pygmalion were rolling tonight. As all good people do we yelled and screamed and waved to get our beads and she loosened, finally, a bit. The parade riders were showering her with throws, all the best plastic beads and doubloons and medallions and she was in high color. She was not drinking or otherwise indulging but the Mardi Gras ego trip is intoxicating enough.
hel:
i used to live in new orleans
thee_blacklisted:
you need to write a book, my friend.