For my second lunch, I had the sweet green pea soup from Columbine (which is a close tie for first place, neck and neck with the tomato soup at 'wichcraft). I even made a spring vegetable risotto for dinner with green beans, peas and asparagus. And while there were a few moments of delight at my entire green day, I think overall, it gave me stomach ache. For real. I could not really enjoy my favorite color because my stomach was like four sizes larger than normal.
But after dinner was over, and after two hours of watching some show on catching Alsakan king crabs in the Bering Sea, and after I had cleaned all of the burners on the stove, I decided to make some blueberry pancakes for my breakfast tomorrow. I do not know what it is about me and making food, but there is something so calming about cooking. It is like an edible mediation. Or the act of preparing food is the meditation, and eating it, well, that is the offering part, I guess. It is like if everyone found their bluebberry pancake making at 11pm thing, this world would be such a nicer place. I would not say I had a transcendental moment this evening, but I felt peaceful. And then I noticed it was 11:11pm.
This has been my moment — ever since Adam Darby taught me about 11:11 my freshman year in college. But only when I happen to catch it on a digital clock. Every time I see 11:11, I always make the same prayer to whomever happens to be listening to prayers at that time. I always wish that all of my friends and loved ones are happy and blessed with healthy, long lives. And I then I wish for a lifetime of happiness, too.

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