Blocking out the bad
Sunday after work I came home in a terrible mood; nothing I’d done all day seemed to work out for me, work was awful and reminding me again why I want out of there and the aforementioned job kept me inside on what was a gorgeous day that was hard-earned after what has felt like three straight months of sub-freezing temperatures.
I came home, gave my wife (whom I hadn’t seen since late Friday night) a big long hug and sat down on the couch.
Suddenly, everything got better.
Oh my gosh, goulash!
For Christmas this year, I received mostly adult and utilitarian gifts- pants, shirts, shoes (sadly, no socks)- but there was one curious little gift that stood out amongst the piles of denim, cotton and poly blends: a packet- straight out of Budapest!- containing most of the ingredients for Hungarian Goulash.
Nothing about the package made sense when I received it from Jessie’s mother. I stared at it until she explained that those ingredients plus beef, an onion, a few carrots and potatoes would combine to make a meal. I mean look at it, it’s a tube of toothpaste, a few dried peppers, a package of something and a pouch that could be full of Angel Dust, but tonight my darling wife and I tried it out.
