This week we had an afternoon date in the city. Coffee for him, English breakfast tea for me. Luscious lemon meringue for all.
This week I have read book after book on the art of cooking in hopes that I will finally learn to make something
This week I started my month long gluten-free experiment. I don't want to be picky or weird about what I eat (although some may argue that I already am...) I just want to give it a shot and see if it makes a difference in my skin, in my energy level, in how I feel overall. We'll see. It didn't take long to realize that this little experiment is kind of at odds with my cooking aspirations. One can only make salads and (not so) lentil soup for so long.
This week I've spent long, slow afternoons catching up, sipping green tea and then coffee and then black tea. It's been productive and peaceful, but I'm craving a coffee date with friends and, I don't know, movement of some sort. I'm terrible at exercising in the winter, especially in our ghetto little neighborhood where neighbors hang out on their porches and just kind of stare at you as you jog by.
I'm not even sure if you can call what I do "jogging." All of my life my sisters made fun of the way I run and I was sure they were lying. Then I got married and he, too, makes fun of me. Apparently I look like a crippled penguin when I run.
This week I've decided to grow these crazy bangs out. They were fun while they lasted. Moving on.
This week I was in a bit of a creative slump, but a few new projects I've been daydreaming about will hopefully get me back in the swing of things. Ready for a new week of new opportunities!
Have a lovely weekend!