Anna in the sky, with cookery equipment

The big day came and went. I'm free. No longer can I classify myself as "student." I'm unemployed. But in a good way. I'm in a routine of getting up late, watching masterpiece theater such as Downton Abbey, and listening to Mendelssohn and Al Bowlly. But more importantly, I'm cracking my fingers and looking at pots with a gleam in my eyes. My folks asked me to chose a piece of jewelery to help remember this event, but what will they say when I say, can I just have the 6 quart cast iron Le Creuset stock pot in exchange? Then, I thought of it. Life is so easily comparable to cookery. Many metaphors come out of it. No wonder really, because eating is one of the most simplest pleasures that we enjoy everyday. So I thought of it, this way: Your body is much like the stockpot. Many times you're exposed to horrid conditions, even being under fire for this or that. You get many things thrown into you, whether they be sweet or sour. As you boil, or age, you become more perfected and refined. It all comes up to a point, where what you contained cannot be refined anymore and you get taken off the stove.

So back to the Creuset affair, maybe I should start fund raising for my stockpot?