Wednesday, March 13, 2013
In the 70 Bois Francs (third bus of the morning on my way to work), I open Facebook on my Galaxy S3 to see what's new and boom. There you are. Or - more specifically, photos of you attending an event that was held March 12th in London. The very day I spent in complete denial of my feelings for you. Why ? Because loving you is like my new healthy diet. I need to fall back into my bad habits and put a cross on you. Negation and renounciation and all that actually helps me go through the stormy ocean of my feelings for you.
So I am watching the photos, dashing, stylish, just plain awesome. I swear you are the definition of all the positive and enchantment related adjectives in the dictionary. I also recognize Sir Jeremy Irons in the back on one shot and feel happy like seeing an old family member near you. And I glide through the photos and there is that one, just your face, just you looking at the camera, so sharp, as if you were looking into the eyes of the future viewer... could very much be my imagination, but you seem so ... drastically real when you face the lense, as if you were really addressing to the audience. And there is that shot, as I was saying, and Dido in my iPod sings "I'm in love - always will be" and I have to admit that the synchronicity of time and events couldn't be further from the truth. And the more I deny, the more it punches me back. If you are your worse ennemy, I don't know what I am to myself if not my worse persecutor!
And then, as my thoughs wandered, I realized that it has been quite some time. I reflected on how I said to a friend, in December, that you had reached and passed the Point of No Return of the 6 months marking point for any man in my life. In fact, right now, in March, it's your 10th month, including the meeting one - June. You truly are something ... rare because this does not happen with real human males. Fictional characters, angels, dream characters, objects - yes; humans: no.
I fought my feelings, and it's funny, each time I do so, each time I deny and try to scratch your name off - even if it's tattooed on my side - the following day you shine brigther than the sun and make me look like a fool.
So I guess that denial is a futule battle lost in advance, eh ?
Sunday, March 03, 2013
Toasted bread slice
One large egg beaten
Other spices you fancy
Lean chicken breast cut to thin slices or strips
Reduce the toasted bread into the smallest crumbs you can manage
Reduce the Feta into small crumbs
(You can let it dry a few hours to make it easier to crumble)
Add in two large soup spoons if flour
Add in salt and pepper to your taste
You could use your creativity and add crumbled hazelnut or cashews or what ever you like alongside dried fine herbs
Mix everything together
Beat the egg in another bowl
Dip the chicken strips in the beaten egg
Smear them in the dry mix, cover all sides
You now have two alternatives
Either place them on an piled cookie plate in the oven at 350 for 40 minutes and turn them around at half time or slide them gently in a frying oil on the stove.