Every year, around this time people start loosing their minds. Apparently there is no happy situation to be in; if you are single you are frantically looking for a date and if you happen to be in a relationship, the pressure to do something special is probably giving you a severe case of indigestion. If you are anything like me, you probably were waiting for the eleventh hour for some inspiration to strike, by which time all the good old options of a nice dinner is already out of the window unless you are famous enough to have a standing reservation at a fancy restaurant or your date is crazy about Mc Donald’s happy meal.
I haven’t been in the pink of health this week. Usually, I just power through without even acknowledging my sickness, but on the rare occasions when I do and allow myself the luxury of some rest, I expect a great deal of pampering. I also have a tendency to get grumpy when unwell. And the grumpier I am, the more I get certain that I have a right to be. I am sure there are people lying in the hospital beds with broken bones who are probably more cheerful than I am.
This blog is under construction, but be sure to re-visit later for some happy food stories.
Until then, feast your eyes 🙂