Tonight I made the salad. I dreamed about this salad while eating Clarion cafeteria food. I could eat it every day and never get bored. It is the salad to end all salads, and I make a double batch and it’s still gone in two days. Tastes like magic.
red and yellow pepper, chopped
three cloves garlic
quarter red onion
five stems mint, chopped
baby spring greens
block of feta
Newman’s Own olive oil and vinegar
toasted pita chips
It is divine. I am on my second bowl alongside a Corona Light with lime. Happy Sunday night, me. I have done nothing to deserve such excess: cleaned haphazardly, played on the Internet, fiddled with the syllabus, called home. I did get an espresso maker at a garage sale, and lo it makes a perfect cappuccino and I am delighted. Beyond that, a relaxing day. I need to let myself enjoy good food and relaxation. I’m so terrified of impending semester and impending life that I keep forgetting that I’m still post-Clarion reeling, and that it’s okay to take a day, or even a half-day, off. No one’s going to die if the syllabus isn’t done by Wednesday.
If it’s not done by the following Monday, though…heads will roll.