soul kitchen

dear rodrigo,

they've had me working in the kitchen, well, the morning shift anyway--  lots of coffee and oatmeal.

i have the best oatmeal recipe.  it's vegan here in the compound, oops, i mean school.  so i can't add milk to the oatmeal, which i like, to add milk to the oatmeal, i mean.

you know how your standard for something can be weird because of childhood stuff?  well, the oatmeal i grew up loving was the instant packets--  maple and brown sugar, with raisins added.  so, now, i'm cooking steel cut long cooking oatmeal and i'm trying to get some of what i liked about the instant into it.  that's weird, right?  so i'm using maple syrup for sweetener and i'm adding in extra oat bran trying to get it smooth and a little sticky.  i'm putting in coconut oil to replace milk and butter--  which it does, pretty well.  coconut oil is supposed to be good for your metabolism, or something, too.  but then, the thing i add that is kinda my random quirk, i use a ton of cinnamon.  i am a fiend for cinnamon!  i don't think everyone likes the amount of spice i do.  oh, and i used vanilla extract too, for the whole added creaminess factor.

i think about you when i'm cooking.  i think about you when i'm not cooking.  i think about when i might be able to see you again, and what you might say to me.

i had a dream about you!

we were inside a tree.  we must have been lilliputian.  everything was warm and soft and beautiful. we made love in this glowing yellow light.  it felt like fire light glow, but it was really reflected light from the dew on a spider web.

it almost didn't feel like a dream.  it seemed more like something beamed directly into my head.

i miss you very much.  i wish i could talk to you, hold you in my arms.  if i had all the answers i probably wouldn't have ended up here.

love,
clementine