Wednesday
It’s Henry’s birthday, the anniversary of the happiest day of my life! Best baby, best little guy, best teenager, best adult son anyone could ever wish for.
Whoof, it was a rough night — many false pump alarms and many trips to the loo. Too tired to do anything today but self care: stayed in bed, ate leftover black bean soup, watched stuff, daydreamed about the food I’m too tired to cook and too full to eat.
I want hot sweet Thai stirfry with rice noodles and tofu, I want scalloped potatoes, I want lemon blueberry muffins, I want peanut brittle, I want garlicky pasta, I want nachos with homemade spicy cheese sauce, I want vast quantities of steamed broccoli with butter, I want big crunchy salads, I want cottage pie, I want snickerdoodles, I want a heap of chard with butter and lemon, I want ginger cake, I want cinnamon rausin bread, I want rice with butter, I want pizza, I want lemon yogurt, I want a whole steamed cauliflower.
Well, tomorrow maybe I’ll be able to make lemon yogurt, and maybe scrape up the energy to harvest and sauté some chard. Mmm chard.
Watching a really terrible British cooking contest show on Netflix. I guarantee it’s a one-season wonder. “The Big Family Cooking Showdown” starring glum families (except for the one family who are insane rather than glum) cooking unpleasant-looking food, hosted by hosts with zero charisma and not much to say. Lol. I think one episode will be quite enough.
Tomorrow I’ll watch bake off again on Netflix so they get viewing numbers.