A cozy, reflective story about a sleepy, rainy Tuesday filled with simple cooking, quiet romance, and unexpected naps.
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| Selfie after movie |
Today I only fell asleep at 4 in the morning. Want to guess why? Because last night I accidentally fell asleep while watching Netflix. And why did I fall asleep so early? Because I took that Woman’s Hormone supplement that makes me ridiculously relaxed. So yes, I passed out at 7 pm, woke up at 10 pm, and ended up wide awake like an alert owl for the rest of the night.
Naturally, I woke up late. So brunch had to be my foolproof, anti-fail, super simple survival dish: salmon scraps sprinkled with Wegogrill seasoning, thrown into my beloved mini air fryer oven. Grill mode, 10 minutes, done. Add steamed edamame, corn kernels, imported celery, and a boiled egg. A whole balanced meal made with the energy level of someone operating on three hours of sleep.
By noon the sky turned into a whole drama series. Heavy rain, strong wind, thunder rolling. That kind of weather that makes you extra sleepy for no good reason. It felt oddly romantic, just the two of us at home while the kids were at college. Hubby made warm rooibos tea with collagen, and we sipped it as the storm rumbled outside. And yes, I fell asleep again by the window while reading. At this point, I just let the day do whatever it wanted with me.
By late afternoon, I cooked something simple again. Rice in the cooker, one frozen garlic block, another salmon scraps, corn kernels, scallions freshly picked from the balcony, and chicken broth. Press the button and wait. Voilà . Salmon steamed rice that tasted way better than its effort level.
Since we still had leftovers from yesterday chicken broth plus minced meat plus chicken intestines, I mixed everything together with eggs. Suddenly we had this rustic, weirdly delicious omelette. Improvised cooking is my love language, I think.
After dinner, my husband invited me to watch Predator: Badlands in IMAX. So we walked. Thankfully the rain had stopped. The first 30 minutes were torture for me. Not my kind of movie at all. Too gory, too loud, and of course I forgot to bring my earphones. Luckily I was sleepy enough to do what I do best: fall asleep again.
We walked home through the tunnel that leads to our place, lit by soft yellow lamps along the botanic garden. It felt romantic in a quiet, simple way. And that’s how we spent our Tuesday. Nothing spectacular, but strangely comforting, yet still felt like a warm hug.
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