tiny pleasures

oh the joy of

running out to the store to buy a rotisserie chicken after your pescetarian husband leaves for a few days

sprinting back home hungrier than ever

drizzling olive oil on a baguette, slicing up a yellow tomato, getting french cornichons and dijon mustard out of the fridge

sitting down at the table alone with a pile of napkins

and tearing into the succulent  meat with your bare hands.

1 Response to “tiny pleasures”

  1. 1 spasmicallyperfect October 11, 2008 at 18:24

    Hm, interesting mix.
    And here I thought I had problems cooking! 😉

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I really like the phrase "always an adventure". I am a Reiki Master and work as a therapist in Manhattan, in my private practice and at a cancer center. I also freelance as a translator in the New York City area and beyond.


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