I’ve spent a good portion of the day cooking. Mixing. Blending. Stirring. Processing.
There is so much good food in my kitchen I just don’t know what to do, because I can’t eat it.
It’s for tomorrow. For lunch. But it all smells sooooo good and tastes soooooo good (I had to taste test it… it would have been irresponsible of me to serve it to Mike and K without knowing if it’s good or not).
My hands smell like garlic and oregano. It’s all I can do not to gnaw off my own fingers.
I’m not even hungry, and I’m not a stress eater or a depression eater or a happy eater. I am an eater when there is wonderful food to be had and my belly requires filling… but right now I am in 7 kinds of agony over the good stuff that is filling up my fridge that I can not eat. For another 12 hours.
Sigh… I wish I could sleep until it’s time for lunch.