So remember that time I decided to become a vegetarian? I was doing so well. Rice, beans, the occasional Chipotle (free range organic grass fed). Then last night I had steak. I did not buy it but I'm sure it wasn't organic or free range or grass fed. But it was a gift and it was delicious. Even though I have no money and no real food of my own, I got to stand in a kitchen and slice onions and peppers and broccoli and saute spinach and drink some wine and help create a meal and eat it and it was glorious.
There's something about a good, home cooked meal that goes beyond arbitrary boundaries (however well meaning). There's something about having people in your life who will call you up and say, I know you are completely broke so come over and let's make dinner. I have managed to acquire friends who will offer to take me out for sushi and buy my beer at the jazz club and have me over for pizza and send me home with leftovers when we split a meal at work. These friends don't judge me. These friends stand up for me and take me under their wing and they love me (even when sometimes I ignore their txts)....
I am a lucky girl and thank God for them.
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