Checking in…..what can I say. Sorry? Pray for me? I’m slugging away…..
Have you moved before?
358 brown boxes have…..turned to dust. Mostly. There’s stuff everywhere. Terrifying it is.
My hands and red eyes bear the marks.
I had serious plans, tales of New York bagels and Fresh Nigerian stews. Admittedly some cooked before my tropical arrival. Did I mention anything about the ‘Anatomy of an Artichoke’?
We have a home…..2 weeks ago, it was just a house. And now pictures bedeck walls painted white.
Internet. What’s that my home asks? We’re not yet connected….yours truly hasn’t been able to sort something out between work and ‘play’.
Our dinners have not been fancy nancy – instant noodles, with delicious bread to boot has graced bowls and platters. We’re having family dinners or ‘food meetings’ as a certain 4 year old man says.
Most importantly, my kids still believe I can cook.
I’m a touch terrified….can I still bake? Time will tell.
In the interim – I hope you’re well.
I miss you XXX[wpurp-searchable-recipe]Still Here – – – [/wpurp-searchable-recipe]