Home (food) Sick

     I might be preggers again. The nausea is back (and for those you from the beginning, it's not I**** babby). I forgot how uncomfortable such a thing can make you feel. Honestly, all I want is my grandmother or my mother or my father or even my grandfather to make me some paise (boiled rice without the water drained, with yogurt added to it, makes for a very cooling food) and some veggies (not made in the typical way you're thinking of - steam veggies such as beans/cauliflower/etc. with some onions until fully cooked, in a separate pan fry some mustard seeds and crushed garlic in oil and then add it to the veggies, becomes immaculate, trust me, I've made it so many times) and to lie on my bed and listen to music. Granted I can do all four here by myself, especially the last two, but sometimes you just crave the presence of home. Not that I'm homesick, so much as sick and wishing for home. Of course, I had to come across this great cover of "Not in Nottingham" from Robin Hood (the Disney fox version), which was THE movie of my childhood.  My grandma and I watched it so many times over and over again. That and biker mice. And of course it was covered by "Mumford and Sons". Of course it was.

       

      It's funny how much sometimes just the presence of someone nearby can make or break everything. It's sunny here in Saskatoon with a temperature of -34 degrees Celsius, and it reminds me of weekday mornings off from school where I could hear my grandmother on the phone downstairs doing the word search in the newspaper, and I'd roll over in my bed and smile. I'm very grateful that I have these memories at all, I know a lot of people don't. I'm glad my little sister still knows me, even if for more than half of her childhood I haven't really been at home and probably won't be any more. If you want to be my family, that is if you don't already feel like you're a part of my family, of my identity, talk to me and I'll let you know how much you mean to me, in whatever way you do.

Cheers.