But it's back, and along with it a frenzy of disorganized work on The Book That Shall Not Be Named or talked too much about, lest I scare it away. It's like a frightened stray kitten, but I want to be the one riding the kitten, like this:
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(not my picture, so if you know whose it is, let me know and I will credit the photographer)[/caption]But I digress.
I just sat down to a lovely bowl of Chipotle-like goodness, with the beef and the rice and the corn salsa, except I made it all, smoky and spicy and sweet and crunchy and lime-spiked with cilantro that I am growing to love. I just at this moment remembered that I forgot the peppers and onions, but it was still delicious.
In the past 24 hours I have also:
- Cooked and canned strawberry rhubarb ginger jam
- Made scones to go with the jam (they were delicious but flat. Working on that; see below)
- Started almonds soaking for almond milk
- Concocted a chicken tandoori marinade of epic fucking proportions (very excited about that)
- Researched another two ways to make GF scones (one trial will happen tomorrow)
- Mixed another batch of GF flour because PIZZA DOUGH is happening
- Planted two types of tomatoes and four herbs (it's a crapshoot with not much sun anywhere in our tiny Hampden backyard, but I have to try because TOMATOES)
I recruited my new neighbors to be tasters because The Teenager hasn't been around much and has been eating her meals out with friends, and when she is here she is picky as hell. So there is a surplus of food to try and comment on, and they are close by.
So nice to be cooking again, in my own kitchen, with my own tools. It's about freaking time.
What's your mojo rising towards?
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