It’s sunnyish today but not really bright, and it’s still muddy brown outside, almost stubbornly so. I’m ready for the quick burst of Spring, but the world seems to have other ideas.
Meanwhile I’m on coffee #2, half-caff, of course, but another cup nonetheless. I need to do some cleaning and some clearing out and I’m hoping motivation can come in the form of a warm coffee cup.
Last week was busy busy, lots of running around, and this week offers a little more quiet, or so I hope. As I trundle into Monday, I note a lot of other people are also coming out of a pandemic food stupor.
We both know what I mean.
During the course of the pandemic, with so much not accessible, one thing that seemed to make the time go by, to make it more enjoyable was engaging with food. Many of us made our first loaves of bread; I baked regularly, and then consumed the results.
Sure it could have been worse, it always could be worse, and in such extreme circumstances, it doesn’t seem like a terrible way to deal with it all, but as we look hopefully toward the waning of this awful time, let’s all get real.
Maybe those cinnamon rolls aren’t exactly serving our health needs.
So I wave goodbye to indulgence within so much stark austerity, give a wistful smile to my baking shelf, and resolutely go onward with my oven cold.
At least for now.
Have a great Monday.