Day 4

The times you feel like cooking seems to always be the times you can't. There's been a need for energy conservation here so of course, no oven or stove top; they drain the most. Now I have a constant urge to make pizza, Wookie cookies, Hollandaise sauce, and plenty of other things I can't do. Really puts a damper on things. Things since the earthquake has been going smooth; except for an occasional tremor, seems we've gone a whole day without one though which is a great accomplishment I think. Still; every creak I hear from the ceilings I still freak out and glance around the room to see if anything that's dangling is shaking.
Some people may be evacuating, there's only a voluntary leave for people. I won't be, I love this place too much to leave it and I think we'll last; we always have after all. Our community is based on everyone, even my mom reaches a hand to deployed spouses when she isn't even a key spouse anymore. Now that's commitment to a job you don't get credit for anymore.
The earthquakes are starting to blend into one another; every time there's a shake we get a reading of about 6 or so and have to stare in awe for a moment and realizing we've become immune to earthquakes now. Ever since Friday all the later ones just seem like a butter knife to a cleaver. Perhaps that isn't the best metaphor but it is the Diary of a Cook. School will be up and running on Monday though, I don't want to complain, but I am not looking forward to it. Now that the cold I inherited had finally started to fade I was looking forward to heading to the chow hall to help out the people there. Since the quake they began serving food to the residents on the base; which is helpful when there's so many people who don't have the advantage of 20 tons of camping gear.
Despite the time during the blackout, I swear my mother made the best food in a cast-iron skillet on the grill outside. I wouldn't mind flipping the circuit breaker just to have her cook some more food like that. Another good part is sitting around eating MREs but my parents think I'm crazy. What can I say? It's a meal ready in just a few minutes. Yes it isn't the best food in the world but when you're hungry you're hungry, and the cute little Tabasco bottle with it is to die for.
Day 4 can't compare to the previous day. I get constant comments from my mother about how wonderful it was and how they've spread it out. I'll tell you ahead of time, that can only happen late at night from sleep deprivation, I wouldn't suggest trying it yourself though. Other then this I have something else going that I started a long time ago on Facebook. I titled it Diary of a Believer. No, it's not like this diary where I tell my day to day things. Well not exactly day to day things, but you get the point. I named it that because it's a book based on the most important events in a person, the Believer's, life. It goes from birth, all the way to well, death. The name Believer I thought of because of the end chapter I already have written out but won't show to anyone until I reach that point; if I ever do because I'm such a procrastinator. Who isn't now days?