Food for the Body and Spirit

It was a long and wonderful day for me today. After sleeping until well past 2 in the afternoon due to some Four-Loco inspired fun ( a story for another time, perhaps), I awoke to discover that the entire world was in chaos over some very nasty things. Immediately my mind went to the worst possible scenarios, because that is just how I am. Visions of civil war and government collapse played through my mind, and I found myself foaming a little at the mouth.

Not at all how I wanted to spend my Saturday.

Fortunately for me, I was rescued from my state of madness, when a couple of friends dropped in for socialization and wonderful dinner! We sat and talked for most of the evening, and had a delicious spread of Cobb Salad prepared by myself and my under appreciated roommate, garlic fries that I’m pretty sure everyone pitched in on a little bit, and a

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vegan version of hamburger helper. The meal itself was quite tasty, and for the most part, incredibly healthy. I even avoided putting eggs on my salad and only at a small number of garlic fries, despite their awesome deliciousness.

The real joy of the evening, though, was not the food. I found myself happy that my friends were there at all. We joked and talked and watched Dr. Horrible, and we enjoyed each others company just to enjoy one another’s company. When I lived near my brother and his wife, I always wondered why it was that they just had friends over to have dinner without any other form of social interaction going on. Now I think I’ve realized its just one of the things that happens as you get older.

There was a point, while Cooking Comrade and I were  in the kitchen cooking up the wonderful garlic fries that it just hit

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me; For the first time I can ever remember, I was actually truly and fully glad that I was not locked away in my home alone like a hermit. I’ve actually managed to gain enough friends that I trust well enough to come into my home and invade my space. That’s a huge step in the right direction for me, and I think a treasure more valuable than gold.