I've been a little weepy the last few days. Tearing up over everything from educational cartoons to coffee commercials to a fuzz of lint on my sleeve. I think it's a reactionary kind of thing that follows stuff like letting a tear or two slip over something inane, like a bad movie, or a good movie with a bad scene. Or something. Maybe it's the frustration factor, the memory that when I'm trying I could suck it all up during even the most intense emo-stabs, but without foreknowledge and proper bracing, maybe you weren't prepared enough at the right moment. (You meaning tossing off responsibility of course, not you meaning I'm being mindful of humanity.)
I've been cooking more lately after a sharp decline, and this time around I'm discovering the joys of baking. I never used to understand it, all my cheffy friends had these sharp slants towards baking, but I couldn't care less about it. I'm probably cheating the terms all up, because realistically I know all these people cared about were what would commonly be called "baked goods", cakes and pies and cookies and breadly things. I guess I'm baking too, though. Last week (through the awesomeness known as "husband working at Trader Joe's") I made this (with a tiny bit of screwing around, such as the pasta amount (I used a box of short rigatoni) and the 2oz cheese portions were estimated. Oh, and we substituted asiago for the 'gruyère or emmental' slot. It was, as we say in Lactose Dependant circles, TOFUCKINGDIEFOR. In addition I've been working on perfecting my one trick pie pony. For my next project I might just try these, since the ones I picked up frozen had humburger bun type buns, which was a little suspect.