The worst part about non-visible pain is that no one can ever tell how bad it is, or even if you’re telling the truth about it. At the moment, I have a black eye. But no ordinary black eye. It’s a phantom black eye. This type of injury has all the pain of a real bruise (and possibly more), but it’s…invisible. I’m not exactly sure what I did, but my left eye is killing me. This fun pain is it’s also making me say cool phrases like “GAH! You made me close my eyes too fast!” and “Look me in the eyes…Does this one look darker to you?”. Everyone in my family is completely scared of me now.
I’ve realized that I haven’t really been cooking from The Silver Spoon lately. Not that I really care. That cookbook was starting to bother me, with its vagueness and disgusting recipes. So I’m think I’m going to take a break from it for a bit. Well, I guess I’m going to officially announce I am taking a sabbatical from the Silver Spoon, since I’ve been taking a break from it for a while now. I am going to move on to more fascinating and non-mind numbing projects. What these projects are, I’m not sure just yet. But I’ll think of something.
Dinner tonight? Meatloaf. Delicious. My mom has an amazing meatloaf recipe that uses ground beef, ketchup, an egg, Worcestershire (which I think is my new favorite word. Sorry “awesome”, you’ve been voted off the island.) sauce, a sauteed onion and oatmeal. As gross as that may sound, it’s amazing. Beyond amazing. So amazing that I used over two pounds of meat and my family inhaled both meatloaves I made in less than 20 minutes.
I’m too lazy to upload my pictures from dinner tonight, so here’s a picture I found that I thought resembles it.
Eh, good enough.