In an effort to improve upon the diversity within my vegetable intake, I'm started making big-ass salads containing an assortment of good-for-you's... including broccoli, cauliflower, bell peppers (assorted colors), bean sprouts, tomatoes, carrots, canned tuna (skipjack), goat cheese... I find that the juice of the tomatoes and some of the other ingredients provides enough moisture that a salad dressing is unnecessary. Balsamic vinaigrette would otherwise be a good option, but the sulphites that it contains don't agree with me...
I'm feeling a bit smoother 'round the edges as of late, likely owing the the apartment being much quieter in Cesar's absence. He sent me an email from Argentina last night... more of the same lies/excuses (the distinction is no longer clear to me). I found I couldn't formulate a reply that I was happy with so I chose not to. In hind sight, it's probably best that I not allow myself to get hooked back into familiar patterns. What's done is done.
I've started spreading the word that I'll be leaving for Japan for a year beginning next August if I'm accepted into the JET Programme. To give me an extra edge application-wise, I've decided to begin volunteering my time at the Japan Foundation here in Toronto, from whom a letter of reference should be worth it's weight in gold... wait... a sheet of paper doesn't weight very much...
Nonetheless a piece of gold paper would be worth more than a piece of regular paper, yeah?
ReplyDeleteI suppose you're right Jimmy!
ReplyDeleteIf you've ever watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, a gold piece of paper is everything.;-)
ReplyDeleteAnyway, yeah, I ve wondered why I can't revel in compliments. I just seem to blow them off or some part of me doesn't believe them. What the hell is up with that?! I mean, modesty is a good thing, but still...