I made bread. It is not the best bread I have ever made. I have been sort of renegade with the recipe. Go figure. I’ve put the second loaf back in the oven to see if that might improve the sitch. We’ll see. I made lasagna too. No recipe there. It’s been a while since I used a recipe to make lasagna, but let’s face it, you have to work to fuck it up. You have to work period to make a lasagna.
I made a cake too. Chocolate with chocolate icing. From a mix. I can’t be all Betty Crocker all the time. Its going to be good, though, that chocolate cake. I also made green salad, which you might refer to as, simply, salad. I refer to it as “green” to distinguish it from the “chopped.” Chopped salad has green things too, but also red and yellow and they are all cut up. What can you do? Eat it, that’s what.
I started today weary of with all of the cares of the world. The evening is coming and I revel in the work that I have done. That’s how it goes. I could have moped around for the better part of the day, only to become anxious as the time for our guests to come drew near. Instead I have been immersed in something interesting, and am looking forward to some kick ass yoga followed by a delicious meal. Word.