Saturday, March 17, 2012

Take out

King chef



One foggy morning

On the way to work. U can't see across the street


Looking back and maybe ahead

I've just reviewed all the old posts. Three years ago wow! I guess the journey must continue...somehow. Im alone in the house now. Its just me. I can't hear my own voice. Its been years. Ah Tori Amos. Memories of the cabin are beautiful and I remember all that food. I've given up restaurants. Im trying well I've considered trying to, make this shell of a family home my little purple cabin in the woods. I've been avoiding the next step...allowing progress to crumble. I sleep too much. Work toooooo much. Dream too little. I can't cook anymore. No really I'm amazed how much I suck at it now. Cooking is longer and more labor intensive then I expected. Time to try again? I've got a pantry full of possibilities now but find it daunting. My sleep patterns are off. A mountain of work here and at work x2 awaits. Time to start again. Start what? Or maybe its finish what I started. Its 525am. I killed the night sleeping. What a waste. Get up and do the dishes. Do something. No point in going back to sleep.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

here we go again

its been another 5 months looking for that voice. my life crashed. id like to tell u im still standing but i think im crawloing

Friday, September 23, 2011

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Chilling in the Coffee House




I've been sitting here trying to catch up on the endless stream of food that I'd been blowing through. I've gone back to Weight Watchers since and the Dentist. The dentist made it painful to eat most things again. And weight watchers limits your ability to each. Period. It's also bumming out my vacation - can't enjoy a good meal out if you can't chew it.
The blurry mess on the top is the yummy eggs homefries and toast that went down well. Below that a Parisian from the day before that I had to deconstruct to eat. Ruining the combo until it because a distant memory I could not attain.

Pastrami on Rye

This is the pastrami sandwich that I decided i wanted Saturday night when I succumbed to a pile of food court food out of hunger. It was not as spicy as I had hoped but the mustard helped.
Again I had a brunch partner