Knits of This. Bits of That.

I have been married for less than two weeks.

In your housemate's cast iron skillet, sauté the smallest cheapest package of pork the store has (cause your mental & physical health sure needed that break from work but hell if your financial health did) in butter (cause you already moved your baking pantry to his house, dammit), and add garlic, ginger, and spinach.

Boil packaged ramen according to instructions. Ponder your life choices. Go into an anxiety spiral because of your life choices. Is ok, the timer will pull you out of it, these four minutes are all yours.

Add the miso paste that you, by some miracle, haven't packed yet, and the seasoning pack. Don't think about the sodium I SAID DONT THINK ABOUT IT.

Add the noodles and broth to a serving bowl (since you already packed your dinner ware) and garnish with the pork mixture and a crumbled sea weed snack.

The planners staged several surprises (I hate surprises), invited 50 people (I hate people), didn't tell anyone where I was registered (I hate unnecessary stuff), and served cheese platters (I'm lactose intolerant).

My mom: I'm buying more decorations for the wedding, you know you can always elope, honey!

His mentor: you know, we'd all be very happy if you just decided to elope.

Mom friend: so when are you eloping?