Here I am again.
Nearly a month since my last post, my last cookies and, actually, a month, or even more, since I baked anything sweet. (Apart from the day we went for a picnic with friends and I promised to bring a cherry tart. A mighty good tart, I must say. I don't know how I managed not to ruin it, but I did). Here I am again.
Cooking hasn't been much present lately. The only things I've been making are salads, not so thrilling ones, bread, because I have to, roasted vegetables, because I have a toddler to feed, and sometimes, when I'm feeling really good, a soup.
I wish I could tell you that I am as excited about fresh vegetables and silky tagines and rustic dishes as I was before, but honestly I am not! My burners are off most of the day and the only things that get me excited recently are crusty bread, milk, juicy peaches and my bed.
I hope to get back on my feet pretty soon and be able to appreciate my cuisine as I used to; until then I hope you are all well and content.
And, as always, thank you for your support, for your words. Thank you for just being here.
Warda
