Challenge accepted
Me: (tapping her shoulder) Hey, if you’re going to the market tomorrow, could you pick up some edamame?
Her: (irritated) Did you just wake me up to tell me to buy edamame?
Me: I thought you were awake!
Her: (goes back to sleep) Your food obsession can be…problematic.
While we were at the Surgeon’s the other night, Steel mentioned that his son – who’s a year younger than my own kid – has been cooking since he was old enough to stand.

See, Steel may be one of the only people that think about food just as much, if not more (!) than I do, the only other person I can think of being Bryson.
In any case, I’d been having my son beat eggs for the past several months so, the other, I upped the ante and had him make scrambled eggs for himself for the first time.
Him: I don’t think it looks that good.
Me: Are you kidding? For your first attempt, it looks great!
Him Really?! (after trying it) It tastes pretty good.
Me: And, at the end of the day, that’s the most important thing.
Unfortunately, then we had a heat wave come in.
Which meant that it was waaay too hot for him to safely cook.
It’s been disappointing for a number of reasons, not just that.
For example, I had planted some flowers outside my apartment and – after weeks/months of waiting – I had some blooms!
Was super excited.
But then the heat wave killed ALL my plants.
I’ll take some pics next time, I’m too annoyed ATM to do it now.
At least it’s a good excuse to drink ice cold beer.
Location: a train at Newark Penn Station, missing the kid
Mood: yearning
Music: I want it for infinity – let’s go, and never stop (Spotify)
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