I recently saw "Like Water for Chocolate" and my favorite things from it are when Tita rides off in the carriage, draped in the blanket that she knits because she can't sleep (it's actually a crocheted blanket, but I've given up hope of set dressers/fashion editors knowing the difference) and when a dish Tita cooks makes Rosaura flatulent and bloated because of the poisonous emotions that she has inside.
I haven't knit anything in awhile. My knitted bunny is perched in my pencil can with no arms or legs and my lace top is hanging out in a shoebox of crap not far from my desk.
My cooking has also been off. I'm starting to get paranoid that my cooking actually does reflect some sort of inner emotions, which is terrible, since when I'm depressed, I like to eat. When I'm happy, I like to eat, too! Bad cooking is never a good thing.
I made stuck pot rice and instead of coming out good, it was sort of hard, crunchy (in an undercooked way, not a toasty way), and unflavorful.
On Thursday I made arrozcaldo. It's like jook. What could go wrong? I burnt it!! The charred flavor wasn't too bad, but it was also too chickeny and salty. It could probably be watered down, but the whole experience was pretty disheartening.
Today I think I may have shaken my depressing cooking streak with these stuffed portabella mushrooms. I added zucchini to the stuffing, and I think that helped with the dryness, and I used cilantro instead of parsley because cilantro is growing like weeds in my garden. Anyway, maybe things are looking up.
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