I’m thinking that the universe in possibly telling me to lose a few pounds. Let’s get this straight, I’m not a dieter. I believe in butter and salt and fats of all kinds. I eat doughnuts at least once a week. They are delicious.
Dinner hasn’t been going so well. I used a recipe from a famous food podcast and the vile smell coming out of that pot caused a panicked cookie making session, cause if you can’t have dinner you might as well have cookies. Not the best strategy.
I’ve had some problems with sour cream since the new year began. It keeps committing suicide. I know that you don’t believe me, but it’s true. It jumps out of the grocery bag and spends time in my car, frozen and wrong. It dives from the fridge and rolls under the island, only to be found a couple of days later pretty much smelling like the vile podcast meal.
I haven’t been cooking enough for these appetites that seem to grow exponentially as the days go on. Last night I ate only the dredges from a plate, because there was simply nothing left.
So if you see me walking down the street (no doubt in search of doughnuts), give a wave if you can actually see me. I may be so thin that I just disappear.
PS-I’m making the above beef soup for dinner. I didn’t have a recipe just shoved a bunch of stuff in the crockpot. It’ll be delicious, or really not.
