Crack Cocaine

Having one of those lulls where I wonder what cocaine actually feels like and if it is worth it.  Most drugs scare the shit out of me for several reasons.  1. I've seen their effect on my mother and her much worse off friends.  2.  I don't trust anyone who sells drugs and in turn, wouldn't trust the drugs they sell.  3.  I don't trust myself on drugs, and worry about finding myself dependent on drugs.  4.  I kinda like who I am and don't want to mess that up.

So yeah, I get why there are moms on Ritalin.  Just wish I had the access, balls, and fortune telling abilities to do it myself.

What I should be doing is cooking.  I love cooking because it is one of those things you can totally bullshit.  You can play it safe and add salt, overcook the meat, open a can.  Or you can get inventive and hell, people still have to eat so if it doesn't taste good, it will probably still be palatable enough to be consumed.  But once you've learned a few tricks, it's like science.  What is and isn't water soluble translates to what does and doesn't work with sage for example.  No sage in my mexi or chinese food, but plenty with my potatoes and eggs.  Deglazing the pan with some wine and making a yummy balsamic reduction- easy enough but not something  done with mac & cheese.  For tonight I'm dreaming of focaccia bread, caprese salad, orzo, green salads... all kinds of goodness!

So yes, I'm excited and salivating over all the food I can make for my friend and her daughter tonight, but I'm sluggish and feeling guilty about not cleaning first.  Too gosh darn many things to do and not enough drugs to assist.

Bon appetit!