#tomorrow i will have toast with fig spread for breakfast. after that? who knows.

[flebus]

my bitch ass is becoming obsessed with figs in the year 2024

[thenectarinediaries]

11.09 People in my house

It’s been one hell of a week. Without even talking about the incredible, restoring love story, it’s been one hell of a week. I am - quite simply - having the time of my life. 

This morning I made scrambled eggs for breakfast for Gaëlle and Laura. We ate the eggs with burnt toast and fig jam, a winning combination. 

The past week has seen quite a few people in my house and I love it. Feeling the ones I love pass through my living space keeps them close to my heart. To wash their lips off my mugs. To offer them towels and pillowcases and blankets. To sweep up when they have gone and make the place ready for them to come back. I especially enjoyed just kicking it last night. We went to bed early after a chill evening of nothing in particular and it was some real easy being. 

This morning Gaëlle and I woke up before the alarm went off and we opened the window to let the sunrise in. 

“To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.”

She grounds me in the beauty of the moment and shows me how to properly revel in these miracles of the world. This is the most precious gift.  

She left for work before me so I prepared our staff room lunch. It went undocumented, but it was a sandwich (goat’s cheese, dried tomatoes, kale, roast fennel) and anyone who has been following this blog for a while knows what the sandwich as a form means to me. Tonight I am eating alone for the first time in a few days, but more shared meals are up ahead (including but not limited to a waffle party next week and a significant restaurant outing tomorrow). 

avocado - two tomatoes - big handful of parsley - a shallot - olive oil - pepper 

It’s a classic chop-and-mix salad, there isn’t much else to it. It was good and easy and perfectly aligned with my current vibe of simply delicious living. 

[The Marie Curie experiment]

Not exactly food, but foodstuff-related: this week some of my students who are majoring in lab tech took me to visit the chemistry lab, and it was an amazing experience that I will treasure forever. They were pleased to share their workspace and show me the different glassware and tools and what they were used for. I was even lucky enough that they showed me an experiment: oil will remain suspended between distilled water and ethanol due to the difference in density of the different liquids. 

I think it’s beautiful; it’s the micro-microcosm, the spheres and all their celestial music in a test tube.