...but it's spitting blood.
Actually, I think about it all the time, but circumstances have made it difficult for me to update lately. Here's the scoop if you are wondering where I have been.
A) I got a new job. So, I am working part-time in the afternoons and evenings. Which means I make dinner (the recipe I usually document) about half as frequently as I used to.
B) I got the flu. And that sucked bad. The flu caused me to lose my appetite. My sense of taste still seems off to me. Things just don't taste right yet.
C) And this one's the big one: We have been eating a lot of frozen food for the past few months. Not the kind that you buy in the freezer section of the store, but stuff that I froze during the growing season. And frankly, pulling frozen bags of vegetables and sauces that I made a few months ago just isn't glamorous enough for a blog entry. Frozen foods definitely lack sex appeal.
So I sit here, staring out the window at the patch of ground where my garden grows, patiently waiting for spring. When there will be gardening, and CSA boxes, and farmers markets. In the meantime, if I do something exciting in the kitchen, you'll be the first to know.