I never regret cooking dinner

Today I didn't get out much, which is in stark contrast to how the last couple weekends went. In fact, the last couple weekends were probably the greatest I can remember. Anyway, when the evening came, I went out to the market during rush hour to buy some dinner. I bought 2 fresh palamut fish, some pears (for tomorrow), some zucchini, tomatoes, and a loaf of bread.

The bakery was really busy since everyone was out buying food for dinner and so they were churning out piping hot loaves by the minute. I asked for a hot loaf. The guy walked past the large cooling rack holding dozens of fresh loaves and went into the back to take one directly from the oven. While I waited, a Belgian couple was struggling to communicate with the people at the bakery. I am always shocked to see tourists on the Asian side of İstanbul (except for in the vicinity of Kız Külesi of course). Anyway after witnessing the shear inadequacy of French and English on the ears of the kind people working in the bakery and their Turkish's inability to penetrate the understanding of the Belgians, I stepped in briefly to translate. The Belgians thanked me and I felt important. Even warmer than that feeling was my loaf of bread which was almost too hot to grip even when inside its paper bag. I love fresh bread.

I walked quickly home and started the fish, veggies and some rice. I ate enough for two people. Over the evening hours, I finished off the entire loaf of bread. I regret nothing.

I guess it's ironic that I write about what I cooked for dinner rather than my new job which started a couple weeks ago, or the girl with whom I'm in love. I mean there's this wondrous lady who conjures up powerful feelings within me so effortlessly it's as if by accident. In the instant of a moment where I think about her, she speaks a word, or even in the pause between her words, she reduces (enhances?) me to a glorious, pathetic, insurmountable heap of joy and longing. She's like sleep to a tired person... Occupies all your thoughts, weakens you, carries you into a dream, makes you feel alive and gives you the energy to carry on the next day. That's only in the general sense. For me, she is also the dream. But I digress...

This is not a food blog, and I am not a cook. This is not a diary, so I won't go on about my personal things, and this is not a football blog so I won't delve into Manchester City beating the unbeatable Chelsea today. However I will say that dinner, talking on the phone with my love, and the football match today were all wonderful experiences. For being such a quiet day, it was a glorious day.