Thanksgiving
It’s time to cook turkey again. No matter how much I got encouraged by m and p, no matter how much they said they love my cooking. I only cook turkey once a year. Besides, forgot their anniversary again. I know I should feel guilty. But, the guilt never last long enough to make me remember any next time. I will still forget many people's anniversaries or birthdays. Those days and related parties have never touched me sincerely, also made me so tired that even thinking I would go somewhere else next time around. It turned out that I am always in town and always forget. We’ll see how it goes next time.
Well, Mrs. V has taught me how to cook the best Italian food in the world. Her tricks often made the kitchen roof shaking along with our laughers. The memories with V are still fresh. Therefore, my skill inherited from her get me a little reputation among the family and friends. Once the home-made pizza or fettuccini Alfred had made people lick the food off their plates, I just sit and smile. H.N always jokes and wonders why I refuse to touch my own cooking on those non-Chinese foods, and if I had put poisons in my cooking that they love so much. Many many years, I would cook myself rice with greens and enjoy it while they chow down my Italians, my Mexicans, my North Americans, even my Indians. Did I tell you that my skill on cooking Chinese food is the worse in the world?
Turkey is perfectly laid in the oven while I am writing…
the prayer is deep
winter is near, we had frozen rain this morning
i am ready for the snow, ready for the ice
ready for the new season, ready for the long night
ready for not seeing you for a while
Well, Mrs. V has taught me how to cook the best Italian food in the world. Her tricks often made the kitchen roof shaking along with our laughers. The memories with V are still fresh. Therefore, my skill inherited from her get me a little reputation among the family and friends. Once the home-made pizza or fettuccini Alfred had made people lick the food off their plates, I just sit and smile. H.N always jokes and wonders why I refuse to touch my own cooking on those non-Chinese foods, and if I had put poisons in my cooking that they love so much. Many many years, I would cook myself rice with greens and enjoy it while they chow down my Italians, my Mexicans, my North Americans, even my Indians. Did I tell you that my skill on cooking Chinese food is the worse in the world?
Turkey is perfectly laid in the oven while I am writing…
the prayer is deep
winter is near, we had frozen rain this morning
i am ready for the snow, ready for the ice
ready for the new season, ready for the long night
ready for not seeing you for a while
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posted by whisper @ 8:47 PM
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