Since the quarantine started, it’s been “easier” to identify things that I actually needed, and to realize and be thankful for the fact that although there are a lot of things that aren’t accessible to me and my family right now, we do have everything we need on the regular.
I most certainly don’t need strawberries to live, but to make myself feel better, I got a big bunch of them last week from Sadiwa. They help Benguet farmers sell their produce in Manila, which is great because buying local is so important right now. I’ve been holding back for a while now because it’s not an essential purchase. Anyway, my point is getting strawberries feels like such a big luxury right now.
And so it goes, the long weekend of strawberries. Hulled, halved, with whipped cream, or my latest favorite: peach iced tea + Tock Soda + crushed strawberries + ice = summer in a glass.
One of my biggest accomplishments this year, or maybe ever: making a pie from scratch. I’m proud to share that it tasted as good as it looked. I used BA’s Strawberry Lemon Lattice Pie. It was a tiny bit too sweet, just like all the dessert recipes from BA that I’ve tried, but it was G O O D. Good enough to cancel out all the Chloe Ting workouts I’ve done the past week. I even made whipped cream (also from scratch, yes ma’am) to pair the pie with, but overbeat it so it turned into sweet butter instead. Who cares? Nobody.
Everything is gone now, the strawberries, the pie, the butter. A weekend well-spent in the kitchen.
I’ve been spending more time in the kitchen than drawing. I haven’t really been in the mood to draw or paint outside of work since all this started, and I don’t want to force it. Just some sketches and small drawings here and there, done leisurely, slowly, most of them unposted online. It feels mildly liberating.
I know making art and all sorts of creative on-the-sides have been keeping a lot of people afloat during These Unprecedented Times™, but for me it kind of feels trivial, at least for now. I guess it makes me feel more useful and secure to spend hours making food that can instantly and surely provide nourishment for myself and others rather than paint all day and…then what?
Last year at BLTX, the Death card appeared first at a tarot reading, but the reader said it’s not literal, it means transformation, that my perspective about life and the things around me will change in the coming year. Maybe this is it.
It’s been months. Every BREAKING NEWS makes me age faster. Companies making PPEs fashionable, hip design-y art about the virus and other trendy call-to-arms making the internet feel like an echo chamber. Everything feels like band-aids. Maybe it’s just me (I hope it’s just me). It sounds jaded but I write this mostly out of assessment and sadness.
Another week goes by. The only sure thing in my world right now is our new puppy’s love for me, and mine for him.