Hanging on desperately to something that doesn't exist-- it doesn't bode well for laying roots in a place I can't seem to call home just yet. I'm starting month eleven of my exodus-- I can hardly believe it. I wish I had something profound to write to mark this occasion, but I'm three glasses deep into friday night red wine and instead I'd like to say that clinging to something I thought existed is only going to result in me collapsing inward. I can't maintain the silence and so I break it, I talk and I ask and I wonder only to be temporarily elated and eventually let down.
So I'll put on the Magnetic Fields and eat my red wine version of Friday Night Risotto (substitute red for white in the recipe I posted from last week-- completely different flavor. Gorgeous color. Make sure to add one clove of minced garlic when you saute the shallots).
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