Two Nights in a Row

Today I'm dreaming about cooking tomorrow.

I accidentally scheduled two dinners out in a row this week, and on weeknights to boot! Usually I only go out on weekends if at all, but I also rarely know the day of the week or the date; scheduling accidents are bound to happen. I like to think that people with ADHD live slightly outside of metaphysical time and are deeply drawn to cooking and gardening because both have such tactile markers of our unfolding future— the smell of caramelization, the color of a leaf, the rise of a loaf.

I suppose the dinner I had planned for tonight will have to wait until tomorrow: linguine in homemade garlicky tomato passata, so orange it looks like Kraft mac ‘n’ cheese. I’ll toss it in a big pan with pat after pat of creme fraiche until the sauce is thick and creamy and glossy, then serve in shallow bowls with crumbled crispy chickpeas (which I’ll bake in oil, mushroom seasoning and nutritional yeast, duh). A final dusting of parsley from the garden, a seltzer with lemon on the side.