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project-prose · 5 years ago

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It’s pasta night. I think as I take off my shirt. I throw it in the hamper and put on my slippers. Today really really was not... the greatest day. I throw my bra onto my bed. The blue lace haphazardly lies across my white comforter. Hm, that’s a nice color combo.

I pull back my hair with a headband and snap my wristwatch off. As I’m walking into the kitchen I can already feel the gluten from the pasta stick onto the back of my thighs. I know I’m going to regret this tomorrow morning when I step onto the scale, but today.... is just a pasta kind of day. Tomorrow, I’ll just do an extra hour of yoga in the morning and skip dinner. Balance.

I put a pot of water on the stove and turn the switch on. I open the pantry and pluck a jar of tomato sauce off the shelf. Daniel Henney grins at me from the label. How you doing, Mr.Henney. From the refrigerator, an onion, a tomato, garlic, and some leftover grilled chicken. As the water starts to boil, I mindlessly start chopping. 오늘 하루 너무 길었다... Chop chop chop I was on the receiving end of that tantrum.. I cut the tomato in half, the red juice and seeds spilling across the cutting board. I dice it into quarters. Work is work, business is business. Business isn’t personal. I calm myself with the onion. The white cubes fall apart as I slice the blade into its pearly skin. My emotions are slowly building up as today’s happenings woosh through me with one blow. I can feel the strings of my mind slowly unraveling, but I stop it as I see small white clouds billowing from the pot.

I throw the noodles in, and they slowly sink into the bubbling surface. Suddenly I think of you. 보고싶다. I chuckle to myself. I don’t know why I miss you, but I do. The pan feels heavy in my hand as I place it next to pot. Blue flames. I drizzle some olive oil onto the pan and scoop some garlic in as well. Everything starts to sizzle. I suddenly wonder whether I ever cross your mind as well.

All I have to do now is wait. Five minutes until the noodles are cooked. In two minutes I have to throw the sauce in. In three I should cut the chicken. In that brief interval I reply to my mom’s text. 집이야, 엄마도 저녁 맛있게 챙겨 먹구, 아빠는 집 언제 와? and like lightning, she replies with her usual repertoire. Are you warm? Did you take off your makeup? There’s 반찬 in the fridge, and I bought some apples and tangerines, check the bottom drawer. Did you check with the bank about your 주택 청약? 설거지할때 꼭 장갑 끼고해. 울 딸 사랑해 하하하 Did you order the next subscription? Is your knee okay? Did you check the insurance company about the compensation? Suddenly my phone doesn’t seem all that interesting anymore, and I gently place my phone on the table. I cut the chicken.

I extricate a noodle from the nest resting in the pot and bite off the end. It’s slightly undercooked, the middle core still dry. Two more minutes, and then it’ll attain that chewy consistency I like. The garlic in the pan is now a toasty golden brown, and I throw in the sauce with the tomato, onion and chicken, and stir. Oh I have to email the team about tomorrow’s print order. The gold thickness was too close to the print line, we need to edit that. I pour some balsamic vinegar into the sauce. Oh I need to text back C about tomorrow’s lunch. I turn down the sauce so it’s now at a simmer, and drain the water from the pot. I throw the noodles into the pan, yellow against a deep red, and toss the strands within the sauce until it’s all evenly spread. Sriracha. I go and grab the bottle from the fridge and unscrew its green cap. Squeeze some in for that slight hot kick. Let it simmer for a bit longer.

In that time, I rinse out the pot and stack the cutting board with dishes and knives into the sink. Quickly put back the bottles and jars used into the refrigerator and pantry. Wipe down the table and marble countertop, so everything is neat and organized. Wash my hands. I turn on some Netflix on my phone. Friends. The familiar audience laughter fills the kitchen, and suddenly I realize I’m alone at home. I turn on the light in the living room so the house is filled with more warmth.

Today really sucked, but - I pour the noodles in to a bowl, and ladle the rest of the sauce on top. I fill the pan with water and carefully place it on the stove, so it’s easier to wash later. Place the bowl of pasta on top of a pauwer placemat on the table grab a fork and finally settle into my chair. I let out a sigh. My pasta also lets a sigh, the heat slowly rising up towards the ceiling.

오늘이 조금 힘들었지만-- I dive my fork in and twist, the noodles wrapping themselves around the ends. 그래도 하루는 고마운 마음으로 마무리 하자. Cheers to another day. I open my mouth and dig in.

Yum.

#grace

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