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November 15, 2005

I miss my kitchen

It's not so much the same kitchen I miss, even though
this last one was decent by old-house standards, but
having one. With a gas stove and a goddamn teakettle.

I even miss the empty refrigerator. My refrigerator,
pre-Katrina, contained 1.5lbs of fresh shrimp, some ice,
and some pint glasses in the freezer, a shelfload of
condiments and varied hot sauces, half and half, butter,
random sandwich meat and cheese, a small brick of cream
cheese, and some tonic water. I think I had even run out
of beer and diet coke. There was a loaf of bunny bread
atop the fridge.

I remember needing to go to the store that day when I left,
and instead having to go up to the Covington Wal-Mart which
was totally out of all flavors of Diet Coke product aside
from two 2-liters of Diet Coke with Splenda and six 12-packs
of Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper. (I bought two. We ran
out on day three or so, about the time when the stress and
lack of nicotine were really starting to kill me.)

I'm one of those 'buy everything to cook with right before it
gets cooked' people. My mother's fridge and pantry and deep
freeze are stuffed with enough raw material and lazy food to
eat for months. There's so much food here. Left to my own
devices, I tend to survive on sandwiches and beer and carrots.
I do cook occasionally, aside from just "fixing things", but
nothing that requires a pantry full of food.

I miss my kitchen laptop, the old gray brick. I discovered
during the tropical storm early this summer still has 45
minutes of battery. I haven't touched it since packing it
up and bringing it here.

I'm tired of being homeless, but I need more certainty to go
and find somewhere. Until then, you can probably find me
drinking coffee somewhere. New Rue seems to be where I run
into everyone.

music: The Doors: Queen of the Highway

candice at November 15, 2005 10:04 PM

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