Dear FutureMe,
For dinner tonight, how about curried chicken satay & cous-cous? Add beer or wine, serve. I trust you can choose the right kind.
Dear FutureMe,
For lunch today, how about packing a picnic, and eating it wherever you are, even if you’re at a restaurant?
Dear FutureMe,
You could have pecorino and matsuma oranges, or matsuke mushroom quesedilla with honey.
Dear FutureMe,
Is it time to fry zucchini flowers yet? A week ago, your heart was broken.
Dear FutureMe,
Today you should bake a cake. You should use buttercream icing.
Dear FutureMe,
I’m not hungry anymore. When did you last eat? Please return the bunt pan. Make a trifle if you feel inclined.
Dear FutureMe,
How about dinner for the homeless? I’m not hungry. Maybe you can cook stew or risotto for all of the men at that halfway house by your old middle school. You shouldn’t care that it’s two thousand miles away.
Dear FutureMe,
For dinner tonight, maybe just some wine. Stop thinking about the lost kitchen items, the stray olive oils, the split milk.
Dear FutureMe,
The next time you fathom eating, force yourself to eat an eggplant. Raw. You have never done this before.
Dear FutureMe,
You have never done this before.
April 2007