missing the food love

There hasn't been any real cooking or baking going on at my house right now, and I'm a little bummed about it. There are a lot of things I want to make, both meal wise and treat wise, but the world isn't on my side in that respect lately.

Last week I was working evenings, and getting home at nine doesn't lead to me wanting to make dinner. Bunny tries to help out when I'm busy like that, but his freelancing is in high gear this month so his time is in high demand. As for my mom? Well, that's not a reliable source of food. So we've had a lot of quick pasta dishes, and a few days of whatever Bunny threw on the grill.

Then, just as I was gearing up to a weekend in the kitchen life caught up with me. Cramps came pretty intensely, accompanied by one of the nastiest stomach bugs I've had in awhile. Sitting in the bathroom crying at three in the morning because I'm pretty sure my stomach is ripping itself to pieces does not make me want to bake (or eat, really ... thus the multitude of rye toast I've since ingested). Luckily the worst of that has passed and I can think about eating again ... but I'm on to another week of late shifts.

I feel so out of practice that I don't even know where to begin. Try a new recipe? Revisit a tried and true favourite? A variation of a an older one? Maybe I'll start just by putting peanut butter on my toast, next time, and go from there.