Chicken Parmesan

Today William had a golden opportunity. He's not a good talker but he is a very good masseuse. Unfortunately I get bored quickly. I am tense and heartbroken and moody, and a little rubbing would've been just what the doctor ordered. Unfortunately after two hours rubbing nothing but my hands I grow bored and hungry and want to eat.

I am now cooking a chicken parmesan. I already tasted it and it is delicious. Piping hot tomato sauce and home-cured authentic italian mozzarella. Divine!

Daniella dared Anthony to kiss her while playing videogames. Now that was just mean! Eating in front of a hungry woman! (More reason to cook the parmesan!). I personally believe he has enough food on his plate to feed an adult bear, but, perhaps Daniella needs comforting after Zach-SNAKE-ry brushed her aside to share his "gift" with... "The world".

Are all the Milazzo sisters cursed?

Well, when in crisis, COOK.

Potato & Savoy Cabbage Soup with Bacon

This is delicious and comforting. I made it this morning and I might make it again this afternoon.

I'm mourning. I'm mourning what I think would have been a lovely relationship. I'm mourning a lost opportunity, and I'm mourning the idea of getting to know someone who seemed intelligent and intriguing. I'm mourning the getting to know of a personality that could've been, perhaps, just the right amount of righteous and sneaky. Bold enough to keep things interesting, bad enough to make them a little dangerous, and caring enough to be endearing and safe. 

But enough waxing poetic. I'm getting tired of singing him praises. At the end of the day, I'm worth 100 of him combined. It's an ode to his luck that he caught my eye.

So that's that. And I may be mad, and occasionally sad, but it's over and done.

I know who I am and what I offer. His loss. Not mine.

And as he requested I won't waste my anger on him or my sister. I won't waste my energy on either of them at all. 

Though glaring requires no effort.