pastured eggs, sun-dried toms, pine nuts, Parm, grass-fed butter
I'm back. I'm feeling better. I'm my (other) self again. I like to think of this as my true self. But my thoughts of yesterday have me thinking. If I am to be honest and fair, when I feel crappy and the thought of cooking anything is anathema, that's me too.
I don't know if it's because I'm sensitive...or kinesthetic...or just mental...but when I am any of my selves, it is as if I have jumped a chasm, entered a separate and different world. Schismatic, yes.
All my aches are gone and I fell asleep much easier last night. When I made dinner for myself (Cap's doing dinners for him and the kids this week), there was none of the angst about what to eat, what I could eat, what I shouldn't eat. I sautéed some zucchini half-moons in grass-fed butter with a handful of walnuts, Kosher salt, some grinds of black and white pepper, and red pepper flakes. Yum.
This morning, one of my new favorite ingredients, sun-dried tomatoes, sang out to me. I made the scramble above and was delighted.
Peace and good nosh to you.
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