Food ruts? Yes, I’m familiar. It really hits that you’re in the middle of a funk when a completely brilliant, original recipe or concept crosses your path. The simplicity. The beauty. You smack your forehead and cry out to the abyss “Of course! The bean IS the sauce! It all makes sense again, great merciful god above me!” Then you slide down from the euphoria and excitement into a bottomless pit of depression: “I am clearly incapable of such originality. I do not deserve this whisk. I shall curl into a ball and eat Kraft cheese products until my pants explode.”
A well-meaning fellow in Whole Foods told me the other day that, in order to be truly healthy, I have to completely cut out sugar from my diet.
Ready for summer? Not that we’ve been suffering *at all* here in the Bay Area, but I hear the rest of the country has. And by golly I can’t just sit idly by as they thaw out from Snowmageddon or Blizzard-pocalypse or whatever it’s being called without providing some warm weather-style recipes for their enjoyment. I’m just that sweet and nurturing.
And I love me some strawberry shortcake.