so i had this huge panic about cooking a big dinner for my friends because i thought it was going to be a total disaster, like the whole thing was gonna blow up in my face, and then somehow everything turned out perfect, the pasta was al dente and the sauce was literally so good people were asking for the recipe. i cannot believe i pulled that off, honestly feeling like a cooking genius right now.
i just opened the last box from moving and found my grandma's old recipe book, thought it was gone forever, like a piece of her that i lost. i honestly thought my heart would sink if it was empty, but every page is filled with her handwriting and little notes, the kind of stuff that makes me feel lucky to have had her in my life, like i can't believe i was worried over nothing.
yaar, matlab samjho na, mujhe nahi pata kaise har baar baithte hain log jackpot pe, aur humare ghar wale soch rahe hain ki yeh toh ek khaas samasya hai, kab tak adjust karein, ab toh samosa tak sasta nahi raha yaar, और घर वाले समझते नहीं, just "adjust" adjust adjust… koi help nahi!
yaar, matlab samjho na, mujhe nahi pata kaise har baar baithte hain log jackpot pe, aur humare ghar wale soch rahe hain ki yeh toh ek khaas samasya hai, kab tak adjust karein, ab toh samosa tak sasta nahi raha yaar, और घर वाले समझते नहीं, just "adjust" adjust adjust… koi help nahi!
so i went to get a donut because why not — a treat for being a chronically ignored patient — and the guy at the counter told me they were out of my favorite, so naturally i started reciting my entire life story to the puzzled staff about how that donut was the only thing keeping me from unraveling, and somehow they all just looked at me like i was auditioning for a tragic comedy instead of orderin...