Eggs!

Yesterday, I successfully made scrambled eggs!

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I know what you're thinking-- you've been putting all this work into learning how to cook for the last year and a half, and you're all happy about making scrambled eggs? Well, smarty, I'll have you know I never made scrambled eggs before. I've never made any egg dish before; I never learned. I know that's usually the first thing people learn to do because it's so easy, but I just never did. I don't usually eat breakfast except when I'm home in Allentown, in which case my dad handles everything. So I had no press to try my hand at them.

But yesterday Jared wanted eggs before his LSAT, so I nervously attempted it. They came out great, and I am stupidly proud of myself.

Casey in The Pillowman

My parents were in town for Casey's play last night. Jared and I got in the car and drove into the city to meet my parents, my brother, and his girlfriend at Legal Seafood. We had an excellent dinner there, both in food and in company. I ordered an excellent swordfish dish in a mushroom-Marsala demi-glace, and a lovely crab cake for an appetizer-- I've been really craving crab lately. Jared also saw the Legal Seafood Cookbook in the window and asked if I'd like it for Christmas. :-) Excellent idea, my dear.

Then we walked through the snow and the cold to the Emerson theater where we'd be seeing Casey's play. They were putting on The Pillowman, a show I've heard of only because I knew Frances was in it last summer. It was very well-performed by the actors, my brother in particular; in fact, it had been so long since I'd see him onstage that I'd forgotten how good he was. The tech wasn't great and it was way too long, but overall it was an enjoyable, if strange and not totally transparent, play. I'd kind of like to ask Frances about some of the things that her character did, because I'm not sure I understood it all. At any rate, I was very proud of Casey's work.

Comfort in domesticity

It never ceases to amaze me how much the accomplishment of domestic tasks soothe and comfort me. The slight edginess of indeterminate origin I found myself suffused with as soon as I got home today was relieved when I knew that a good dinner was in the oven, my room was straightened up, and a load of laundry was in the washer. Knowing that those things would soon be done relaxed me immensely, if only because they would bring about the state in which I am most content-- clean, pleasant, and comfortable.