|Hoping for some inspiration. Are beets inspiring?|
I've been sitting here, well, maybe lying here, thinking about this for awhile now. Where's the excitement, the adventure, even just the promise of something wonderful to eat? I've thought sorbet, seafood salad, even hot peppers---nothing.
It's just that I usually live for this shit, to quote Sixteen Candles. This is new territory, unpleasant and most uncomfortable territory. So I am blaming the heat and whatever else I can think to blame because, frankly, it's getting a little scary.
Hopefully, tomorrow I'll be writing about herb gardens or pantries or cookware or fresh organic produce. Today, I cannot for the life of me think of anything that sounds good to cook, to eat, or to put in print.