I've lost my cooking mojo. I used to make almost all of our meals from absolute scratch -- dried beans, fresh vegetables, homemade sauces, heck. . .homemade pasta. I keep thinking that the next meal will be a good, healthy one. Then I cop out and and throw some vegetarian chicken-ish nuggets in the toaster oven and call it good.
So today I pulled out two of my favorite cookbooks and thought I'd pick a few recipes, make my grocery list and get back on track. But instead, I drank my tea, checked my email and then got wrapped up in reading some woman's 51-part saga of online dating in her forties. So six hours later, I'm tidying up the kitchen and there sit the cookbooks, begging to be used. Instead I tucked them back onto the shelf until I once again get beyond sick of processed food. Oh well, at least we have good bread. (Note to self: Make bread tomorrow)
And my insomnia is wreaking havoc once again. Three hours of sleep last night as well as the night before. How often do I have to exercise in order to be tired enough to get some damn sleep?
And on that note, good night.