I haven't been cooking or blogging because I was busy and then I was sick. Still sickish. The only good part about getting sick is that it renews your appreciation for health.
During this downtime, we finally started watching Glee. Cory Monteith is my new boyfriend. To try to become smarter, I read a Michael Pollan book about building a writing hut and while I know it's not as important and influential as his food work, I enjoyed it more. It's one of those books that has me seeing the world anew, actually thinking about windows and roofs and walls and wood and water. I also read Sarah Silverman's The Bedwetter, which has me seeing Sarah Silverman exactly as I did before: not that funny.
The next cookbook I'll start, hopefully tomorrow, is Stir by Barbara Lynch, which both my mother and mother-in-law gave me for my birthday.
It has a huge pasta section (!), a tiny dessert section (boo), and I'm just waiting for a burst of vigor to begin.