I miss cooking.
Sure, I enjoy a meal out as much as the next gal. But when all my meals are out, it gets more than a little boring. Especially for a cook. And friends, I’m a cook.
I miss planning meals. I miss the flippin’ grocery store, for cry-eye. I miss the preparation. The aromas. The artistry of it all. And yes, I miss the awesome food. Because friends, I’m an awesome cook.
I’m hoping my new-to-me, even-tinier-than-I-had-before kitchen will soon be put to good use. It’s not the size of the kitchen. It’s the cook in the kitchen.
Soon. That’s my promise to myself. Soon.