Yesterday, as I told Jenny of www.jennysseredipity.com, I wasn’t in my best. I’m choosing not to delve into the details. It was just something that hurt, really hurt. I’m not a materialistic person, I’m rather practical. I’m also the type who’d find regret unnecessary once the path I choose doesn’t go my way. I take responsibility for whatever consequence it brings. Truthfully I feel no shame, pain or doubt within me about things like that. What hurts me however is when you take my passion for granted. A passion I often regard as so much a part of me that if I lose it, it equates to losing my limbs or sight. I never asked that person to appreciate me or my love for cooking. I never even asked to be understood. I’ve stopped hoping and expecting that person of anything at all. When you stop expecting, you’re hurt less and less. But you still hurt. And I was. I am. I may not be afraid of pain but I still feel it. Yesterday I can’t even cry even if I wanted to.
So I turned to ate Jenny. At first I just wanted to browse her site and perhaps drop a few words. She replied and my spirits were lifted. Yes, we don’t personally know each other and her respose might sound generic. It didn’t matter. I think she meant it and I was glad.
As a token of thanks. Here’s a really simple pasta dish (that I love so much) that I’d like to present as a token of gratitude. It would have been better if I made this for you in person but well…
For the recipe, click here.