Thirty

The people and the structures define New York's visual appeal. People are energy, feeling, and movements that produce emotion and are splashed against the armature's oil. The structures give a stark, stationary discrepancy and permanence to an ever-changing city. Beautiful is the lone flower growing out of a crack in the sidewalk. Washington Square Park's massive trees are stirring. Central Park's rowboats and ice skating rink are stunning. The view from Rockefeller Center's observation sundeck is stirring (and better than the Empire State structure). The wagons on the road are lovely. The night view of Times Square is stunning. The ladies are lovely. I noticed a homeless man sleeping on the road. I loved New York, I was content then.

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Edith was excided for us too cook together for the evening. She said she wanted to remind of some of the fashions she called “ simple” That mum had tutored us. I remembered zero of mum's fashions and i didn't believe the fashions were anywhere near simple she called them. Mum was a somewhat sophisticated woman.

Edith tired a green apron over the clothes she had one and she gave me a spare blue bone to use with a SpongeBob face across it. We were in the kitchen. We were trying to make sure we had all the constituents that she said we need. Edith claimed that one for the family fashions that mum said had been passed on included — a fried egg over rice with a blend of hot sauce and ketchup — She said that there was a point when plutocrat was tight, and mum had hitch children to feed. And it's now this dish to make that she had recalled being tutored by grandmother that acted like a lifesaver from all of us.

"It virtually acted as a solid backup or exigency plan when there is nothing different in the house you don't feel like putting in important trouble.”

I smiled loving how simple it was. For me, i interpreted a “ form”, as a complicated meddled-up set of instructions with inflated portions or inventories that you need to use all at formerly. But i guess now i had learned that a form was simply anything that you could make.

“ Some of these fashions be super weird can you actually serve them to someone different?” I asked as Edith pulled out the eggs and broke them into a coliseum. I had placed a pot of water on the cookstove to cook the rice in.

“ The fashions to make it onto a public publication, I believe that they can be served to other people.”

“ They just feel and sound like weird burro shit of what to mix that you just come up with depending on your mood.”

Edith laughed leaning over the counter.

“ You do have a point, I guess also we can call them commodity like comfort food.”

I smiled and also recollections of the time Mark and I had spent time in his kitchen preparing lunch. His family had been on her way and all we wanted was to impress her and make her feel like we knew what we were doing.

So that's what Edith and I had for regale, plain rice with a fried egg on to and some kitchen. It was simple, cost-effective and I suppose healthy too.