the sourcerer: Wasting time in a better way.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Wasting time in a better way.

It's Friday. Finally you have the day off.

You lounge around in your pajamas till noon. Finish that book. Dream a little, about something that seems unattainable. Swim. Walk down the road for a coffee with the man of the generous heart.

Go back there later for a drink. Try the house cocktail. Army Navy: Stoli, Orgeat, lime and slush puppy ice. The flavor of bitter almonds evokes dark thoughts of cyanide and half-requited love.

Have another.

Cook for your friends.

Accept that Yotam Ottolenghi is king. Tofu shines in a new light. (Stop wondering about the book, people! Buy it. He knows of what he preaches.)

Swim. Underwater, in the dark.
This is a highly underrated activity.

Go to bed smiling.

4 comments:

Roy said...: half-requited love.
you gave me a half smile the other night.
I think your blog is amazing.; February 27, 2011 at 12:59 PM
the sourcerer said...: thanks Roy. x; February 27, 2011 at 1:40 PM
Chris said...: time for a coffee next week appletart?; February 27, 2011 at 4:13 PM
tanjawilmot said...: black pepper tofu cannot be beat, that is true. almost as good as swimming in the dark. that sounds like a well fancy friday. you go, tart!; February 28, 2011 at 2:05 PM

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You could tend a garden at night, only at night, pouring dark water onto leaves, and into the earth, like pouring midnight onto midnight. You could hold your soil-stained hands up to the moon. The stars would gleam on the bottom of the shovel. It would smell the same as a daytime garden - it would smell green, violet, red, white. But come back, in daylight. Come back, to see the colours without closing your eyes.
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