It's raining outside, which put a damper (I'm unrepentant) on my walk around the corner for my weekend lemon stick. Instead, I had cold homemade pizza and coffee for breakfast. Deliciousness, especially as a second cup of coffee awaits me.
Today is that kind of hazy not quite blah that leaves you wondering what you want to do with yourself. I could go back to reading my out from the library smu, or A Civil Campaign. I could finish a couple of my knitting projects or I could cook. I obviously want to cook, because when I got up at 4 a.m. the first thing I did was pull out the cookbook of vegetarian slow cooker recipes. A new slow cooker requires breaking in, but I need to pick what I'm making based on how much space I can pull together for leftovers. I have ingredients for a garlicky polenta with mushrooms, but I'm not sure I want to make that.
Really, I want to bake. A very sensible thing for day 35 of too many sweets in the house, but my cooking desires never make any sense. Maybe the baking urge will go away if I eat a cookie.
