Le Petit Rant 2: I don't know what possessed me to buy a bouquet of Coriander, but prepping it for storage β all the washing, cutting, de-leafing, mincing has left me rabid and exhausted. My fingers smell lovely, though.
Le Petit Rant 1: Quite a chore cooking organic red rice. Aside from the longer cook-time, you have to contend with the multitude of weevils during the wash. Always a delight munching on crunchy, protein-packed morsels by the time you h(a)ngrily gobble up the steaming mound.
People who are out of touch and out of tune can be as grating as a singer unwittingly singing off key. Best to just turn the sound down and switch off.
Everyday, the clamor of obligation, necessity, and the din of unnecessary distraction grows louder. Self-imposed silence and solitude is a necessity, and explanations are not required.
Ah, yes. The intricacies of being home after years of living by yourself in the city: your mother barging in your room and you, stark naked with nowhere to hide.
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