I was able to practice safe cooking earlier today no thanks to last night's unexpected turn of events. I also think it's safe to assume now that I am back to my cooking regalia form. I was able to conjure up something neat I never expected was possible in my fire-burning apprenticeship. It was, well, just basically omelette with mushrooms, tomatoes and iceberg leaves, dashed with sprays of pepper and finish touched with olive oil. Magnifico! Although I personally think I added too much vegetable oil to begin with so it was caught in a minor situation. Really, I don't want to brag but I thought the taste was scrumptious with enough effort to back it up. It actually taught me a wonderful idea. But what the idea is I've yet to know.
Dark, darker, darkest, there is no difference. All hurts the same. Pain, everlasting, lingering. Pain, day and night. The hours are uncertain. Anything can happen now. Thinking about it hurts. Truth is unreliable. The romance is dead. My heart, it is lost. Unrecoverable, hateful, distrusting. Wishful, perhaps, but I have lost everything before and survived still. This one was special. So special. Embittered, the tip of my tongue tastes. The flavour of my life. Cuisine of kitchens unwanted. It burns, to the heart. I do not understand. I do not understand.