There is nothing better than being down & out and pulling through. Things are starting to feel magical again. My patience has returned, for myself. I am really liking this winter weather. It's gorgeous. Probably doesn't hurt that a new year has presented itself.
I have been reading like crazy lately. The Help by Kathryn Stockett. The Dirty Life by Kristin Kimball. An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken. Must you Go?: My Life with Harold Pinter by Antonia Fraser. Each of these books re-newed me in some way. Taking the time to read each one was even better.
I have been thinking about a meal for a while. So tonite I am making it. Baked chicken covered in olive oil, garlic, herbs de provence. Roasted potatoes & carrots in butter. Spinach salad with diced onions, orange pepper, feta, splash of balsamic. If feels so good to cook. Even though I remind myself of this every day, I need to keep doing it.
p.s. i started this blog 2 years ago! hello!
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