Have you ever strained yourself to stay up late into the Friday night becoming Saturday, just because you wanted to feel the plenitude of the weekend hours, knowing that Monday is still far away? I like Saturdays better than Sundays, and Fridays better still than Saturdays.
So, I was curled up last night, inside my mink blanket, first watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s on the laptop and then reading pages of Gone Girl. I wonder why the movie is called Breakfast at Tiffany’s, because as far as my sleepy memory from last night serves, there wasn’t really a breakfast scene at Tiffany’s in the movie, or was there? I am not sure. And I don’t want to sound like the dumb one here, but I got to say: I didn’t like the movie as much as I thought I would. To put it in terms of one of the movie’s dialogue, it was amusingly and superficially good, yes. Deeply and importantly, no.
Anyways, after I was done with dinner last night (which was four bread slices with some butter and banana – too breakfasty, eh?!), I was reading Gone Girl. I have watched the movie before, yes. And to answer the question, ‘What’s the point?’ – well, I had wanted to read the book before I watched the movie, but that didn’t happen, but it’s okay to want to fulfill a desire, right? Right.
This morning, a dewy, slow Saturday morning, I woke up and made myself some potato sandwiches. I never quite liked potatoes, if you ask me. I think potato is the most over-used vegetable in hostels and paying guest accommodations in Bengal (and outside?), and when you eat something day in and day out – three times a day, it’s natural that you’d learn to hate it.
But when you are on your own, cooking for yourself and have to think hard to figure what vegetable to eat your roti with (especially when you eat only limited type of vegetables), you realize the potato is your friend.
So I chopped neat little cubes of onions, and fried them in oil and added the boiled, mashed potatoes to it and and pinch of salt and garam masala, and staved the mixture between bread slices (bread, bread, bread – the easiest way-out when you’re feeling too lazy to make rotis). I took a bite, and was it delicious! I should make myself more of these – except, I hate repetition!
And after breakfast, it’s Gone Girl again.
What about you? How’s the lazy Saturday turning out for you?