It's been slow around here for the past few months. The truth is I'm pregnant. About 4.5 months and due at the beginning of October. My first trimester was, shall we say, unpleasant.
I slept. I gagged. I went to the bathroom three times a night. It was miserable.
I also ate a lot of pasta.
Pasta with butter, my own personal self-prescribed drug. I'm not sure where the pregnant women have pickle cravings cliche originated. I have nine jars that I canned myself last summer sitting in my pantry. All nine are still there. I could care less for pickles. In fact, for a while I had an aversion to all things green. Brussels sprouts? Yuck. Broccoli? No thanks. Green beans? I never liked you anyway. For a good couple of weeks, I was thinking of re-launching this blog as the "white food files." My cravings: pancakes, waffles, sourdough toast.
For the last month I've been feeling much better.
I'm back to arugula. I think that means I can start blogging again.