Cooking class was my way of a Thanksgiving Mass. I don’t think people understood my intentions. This is Fishy. I wish I was able to actually do the things I thought I would. Starting a cooking class for families and kids was one of my dreams.
I tried but couldn’t really do it with more than a handful of my friends and kids. I did train a few of my domestic helpers but with a mixed bag of successes and failures.
This post of Thanksgiving Mass is for someone who has perhaps done a better job of teaching. I hope they don’t mind my sharing a few recipes and stories.
Thanksgiving Mass in Kyoto
It happened in Kyoto when I visited with my husband. I enjoyed the cooking class among many other activities we did together. We have done quite a few cooking classes together. Every holiday, we tried if we could afford it. I think my husband humored me because it was my passion.
He would much rather go around exploring fun places like Osaka and sample street foods. He was happy there because the rains had stopped, the food was cheaper, the holiday was over and that he could return home.
By then he had a few good visions of others in his head from our trip. I don’t know who he was trying to impress so hard. Different people have different skills. I never doubted it for a moment. When I chose to be with him- it was a conscious decision. Perhaps it wasn’t for him. Was he drunk? (Question for whoever was a witness then and now.)
Thanksgiving Mass isn’t overrated
Back to his usual routine of watching TV, going to work, doing a bit of groceries over the weekend and then chatting with his friends over the phone. He is happier and able to proclaim words of wisdom from a pulpit. I ask him to first smell his own armpit.
I’m sorry, I am unable to accept people who are sniffer dogs for others. Go and smell flowers which you like. I never got a perfume from you my dear other than when you proposed to me. And I don’t like Poison.
I bought with my own money. You have a problem with this bitch. Go find another. You are talking about sarcasm. Excuse me, I think I have heard enough. Unfortunately, you have misunderstood my ability to turn a blind eye, deaf ears and to be dumb.
Thanksgiving Mass brings Peace for some
Find another maid with whom you want to try your luck.
I should have guessed then that he didn’t really like my company. He refused to talk and then he said that we have poor communication. I am wondering what kind of communication he wanted to have. I did a lot of listening, and I heard every word too. My communication was about the next steps. Which he unfortunately never liked.
All he wanted to do is look at step counts, gym schedules and memes from his friends. Did I marry a man or an ape? Later I found out he was neither. Was all about meh meh meh. So, I respond.
“Cannot MEHH…
Cannot go and do cycling in your parents’ verandah and watch them sleepwalking just like you.
And then see them beaming when you narrate stories of how gym receptionists fawned over your hero-like looks.”
Am I a beggar from Friday to Saturday? It seems I am. So, I shall step out with my begging bowl next till I can find that elusive peace and happiness which he wished me in return. Buddha can have many shapes, sizes and forms all over the world.
Is anyone listening to this sermon?
I want to share some more books with them of detailed accounts. What is it actually like living with a person like him. Seems like none of you heard it from the first or the second wife.
I have been too blind. Perhaps blinded by a faith in our love and marriage. I discovered later that he had done it only to keep me busy for a bit to send a few pics home to show that he had done his part.
Later he denied he ever loved me. Said he was forced to marry me. I am a little surprised how one forces another person who went down on bended knees to propose to someone else. Was he just exercising and checking his knee strength? Kindly try to break off one or two.
I seem to have missed the exact spot for landing that knee and I cannot wage a war for 7 more years. If all of you have already decided that I need to be shot down. I told you already- ready to die. Just tell me why.
Why does my skin burst on its own for no good reason? Why do I hear, see, smell and feel still? What will it take to get rid of my vocal chords? (A bit unnecessary perhaps.)
One clean swipe – isn’t that better than the painful slow bleeding? (Am I advocating euthanasia during Thanksgiving Mass?)
Priesthood is for those who are good
Yes, I am not good. I am great. So, I cannot be a priest. (Psst: Is this written by his wife or his maid?)
I married him in front of a list of at least a thousand guests or more. And then he spent the better part of 10 years professing his love. And I worked at it too. Forgive me, I am confused?
Do visit his parents and give me your honest opinion about their so-called perfection of marriage and creation. You want to show me Good-cop Bad-cop movies again?
Have you experienced violent attacks on yourself or deliberate violence on someone you loved. You talk about bullies in school yards? I have seen bullies in real life at home, work and around me. I grew up being scolded by teachers about bullying boys and then watching them supporting those bullies themselves. So, forgive me if I have no faith in those teachers or those boys.
Have you been beaten, abused and left on the streets-bleeding and whimpering? Have you found your way back home after that? If you have, congratulations.
I don’t think I’m that good
I’m not a wife- I’m a midwife. Did those words hurt? Did it cut through your heart like a knife? I am a simple woman caught up in the drama of a very complicated big world. So, this rambling helps me to unburden. Handmaid’s Tale meets Iron Maiden or General Alcatraz (you take your pick) in my head.
This is the tragedy of Midlife and Midwife. Everybody loves nobody. I am Nobody. (Remember these iconic words).
The memories I share are precious, and they mean something to me. How many days of the year and your life do you really remember? I ask you all what do you work for? What do you earn for? What do you live for? And what are you willing to die for?
Does it sound overdramatic? Pardon my rant in that case. I have nobody now around me and whether I laugh, cry, smile or sigh, it’s invisible. So, what I cling on to when I am really down and out is my happy memories. And I try to make a few new ones. You got nothing to lose, you say? I do.
My mother’s 75th Birthday lies ahead. I am making a wish that I am there for her till then. This post comes with a recipe of a fish dish which I didn’t learn from her. But most of my learning about good food has come thanks to her, other mothers and aunts around who fed us with a lot of love. That’s my version of Thanksgiving Mass. It happens almost every day.
My father was a very good cook. But he seldom got a chance. My mother knows that.
Mr Monk can we get to the recipe please
We love fish you see. But mostly river fish. This recipe is that of a sea fish– Spanish Mackerel.
It is a bit smelly. So perhaps some people may not like it. But I liked it. (I am against killing blue whales. I saw one recently.) Don’t even get me started on mercury levels in sea fish.
I have been testing and there’s a diligent excel sheet tracking the same. I stopped tracking now. Maybe you can go and track others’ mercury levels. I am going to die anyways.
Are we singing Who wants to die first again? Expressionless you said. Read my mind, you piece of shitty mankind.
We had it with a side of a spinach dish and a dashi soup which I had before and didn’t know how to make it. The egg roll seemed very simple but funnily I struggled to make that too!
Thanksgiving Mass takes different shapes
Sometimes the simplest dishes are the most difficult to make. Because it requires a little patience, practice and a stillness of the mind. Something which I don’t have most of the time. I like to make things quickly. It is really difficult for me to learn to be patient.
And some of the dishes need gentle and soft hands. Which reminds me- I seem to have broken the vegetable basket in my refrigerator trying to pull it hard when it was stuck. Ah well, I’ve to accept it now.
Thankfully I don’t have someone here yelling at me about my incessant crimes. Am I being too hard on myself or the fictional other devil in my brain? You tell me. Some measurement cups, tapes and scales seem to be missing. Still missing!
Blue and Black were missing
I am not being sarcastic. I really got the trick of AI implants. It starts with a song called Careless Whisper. Have you noticed the colour coding on the packs these days? Hmmm….
And why are they sending me condom ads? Am I supposed to blow balloons with them?
I understand toilet paper rolls perfectly well. That’s something I am trying to get rid of but haven’t been able to unfortunately.
So, what’s the next thing I am expected to chop from the list????
You say dairy free- there you go. Six dairy free recipes. Go get them. 🙂
- Japanese Rice
- Soup Stock (Dashi)
- Miso Soup (Misoshiru)
- Simmered Mackerel (Saba no nimono)
- Egg roll (Dashimaki tamago)
- Spinach with sesame seed (horenso no gomaae)
Footnote
And like I said multiple times, do kindly send the papers. You seem to have an understanding that would be your happy memory of this year or next or the next. Who is holding you accountable to the missed goals, words and promises? I wonder.
Why am I the one always to be standing and waiting for you to move your ass. Get that cup you so love and then Kiss my Sass.
Pilgrim’s Progress is a very old book
With multiple pages and verses
Different interesting characters and chapters
I don’t think anyone has the patience to read it
Cover to cover
Hence it was broken into little pieces
And then distributed with a fresh new look
I think real life is funnier at times
And each of us finds our own way of justifying our crimes
Have you heard anyone being really sorry for others
And then saying I am sorry for myself
How can I be both, you wonder?
“I’m sorry, not sorry.” What does that mean
Have you ever felt that incapacitating pain
That helped you to feel alive again.
Is that really dark and dismal?
Is that a break of a breakup?
And then you find the morning light and say
Hallelujah! That’s just my way of finding peace.
I’m trudging along to find my way to death
And then finally I eat a meal with others
And I feel yes, this is for me and my brothers.
Perhaps there were some sisters and mothers
But who remembers them anyways?
They are all good in their own ways.
So, nothing annoys or irritates or affects you at all?
It does. Absolutely does. And hence I avoid
Certain crowds and noise. And then find a crypt to
Seek my own version of a void.
This is wayyyyyy too dark.
I said 78% is good.
Horses berry Pony Tales- Melting Lemon Drop 17.11.2024
