As you may have guessed by now, I love living alone. You can leave your dishes in the sink, throw your clothes on the floor, and sleep in the middle of the queen sized bed. But when Pierre is here, we fall into a comfortable rhythm of homemaking as a couple and it’s a nice change from flying solo.
In the past 24 hours, we hosted a make-your-own-pizza party, took a long walk, and made dinner. In my mind, these are the things that normal couples who dwell under the same roof do together. Tonight we roasted a chicken ( a la Martha, page 101—very tasty and super simple) and had a classic Sunday supper with sauteed Swiss Chard and Forbidden rice ,which my good friend Stoonie introduced me to and is an amazing dark velvety purple. (But I forgot how dark chard turns when cooked, so it was really more like a Black-n-tan version of dinner. Oh well.) We even fell into the classic patter of old married couples:
P: This is really good chicken!
Me: Yes! It’s so moist and yummy!
P: MMM, this is good eats.
Me: And it’s so tender!
But now he’s on the Northway heading to his home in VT. The little house feels empty and even though everything is in its place, something is missing.
I plan to console myself with a slice of chocolate pie left over from our dinner party last night.
Me: So moist!
Me: And tender!