I won't bore you with all the trivial details, but the economy and my hubby's new job have conspired to prevent me from blogging as much as I would like. We sold our home back in February and are now living temporarily in a small duplex. The PC, formerly located in a cozy office of it's own, is now squeezed into the corner of the bedroom, and my hubbies new job requires him to go to bed and wake up at ungodly hours. So I, the eternal night owl, used to blogging and browsing until the wee hours of the night, have been banished to the living room sofa with cookbooks, old paperbacks, and Frasier reruns to keep me company until the urge to sleep finally arrives, which is usually about 2 AM. Insomnia is my middle name. And don't get me wrong, I do love Frasier. And I've enjoyed the good fortune of going through dozens of old cooking magazines, ripping out enticing recipes and organizing them in an attractive box. But I miss you guys - I miss telling you about those Fajitas I made last week and the Brownies that were so good, I ate half of the pan all by myself.
Another impediment to my blogging is the fact that I no longer own a camera. My hubby stole it. He needed it for his new job. And the ironic thing is, he basically went from a blue collar job, to a white collar job with a 40% drop in pay, and a company that doesn't even supply the basic tools needed to perform the job. The boss said, "You've got a digital camera, don't ya?" "Well," hubby responded, "my wife does." So now the camera sets in a makeshift office - a dreary, former boardroom - which I envision with a long table, cheap paneling, and a dusty plant in the corner. Such are the lives of a couple of corporate restructuring refugees.
So I regret that I have no pictures to show you.
And I regret the fact that I can't show you the tasty vegetable soup that I made on a lazy, rainy, Sunday afternoon with crusty homemade Italian bread to go along with it.
And I regret that I ate half of Ina Garten's box mix brownies, which turned out even better than my own made from scratch. Damn you, Ina. Just kidding. I love Ina. I worship Ina. And besides, somebodies gotta support those poor people living in the Hampton's.
I also regret that I have an insatiable appetite for Mexican food. Thus compelling me to make way too many chicken Fajitas that were beautifully marinated in garlic, cilantro, lime juice, and olive oil, topped with Cotija cheese and pickled red onion.
And I will interminably regret the fact that I ate so much Pasta Alla Vodka for supper tonight that I had to lie down afterwards and couldn't get up to do the dishes. Look up the word ddivinity in the dictionary and you find the words Pasta Alla Vodka.
And last but not least, I regret the fact that I cannot afford a shiny new laptop and state of the art digital camera to show you these delectable dishes that I've enjoyed recently. But I wanted to let you know about them anyway - and that I am still here - cooking, eating, following your blogs and looking forward to the Farmer's Markets opening up soon.
Drop me a line to let me know what you've been up to(!).