It is snowing here in Maine, again, and I am bored.
So bored that I have been cooking since noon when I got home. So bored (as my husband pointed out) that I made my own Italian seasoning. I told him that I had to, because I wanted to try a new meatball recipe and it called for Italian seasoning, and we didn’t have any. He took this instead as a sign of boredom. I think that happened when I pulled out the spice grinder.
You have probably gathered by now, that when I am bored (or shut in by an impossibly long winter) I cook. While it may not be good for my waistline, I maintain that it is good for my soul.
Here are some of the treats that I have made so far:
I am going to have to move away from the kitchen if I am ever going to be able to keep fitting into my clothes. If it keeps looking like this out, though
It may be a losing battle!