feb 14 '04

my mother's favorite foods, when i was little, were all things i hated the smells of. things that smelled and looked especially sloppy when they got on her face, like catalina salad dressing.

today, someone is cooking in my building. perhaps it's a special valentine's dinner. whatever it is, it smells like my mom eating, and i am filled with a strange mixture of revulsion and nostalgia.