Yesterday was one of those days.
We went to Massachusetts for a lovely Easter holiday weekend with family and friends. Then had an excruciatingly long ride home Sunday night, six and a half hours, which meant a very late night. So Monday was one of those dreamy gauzy days of non-focus. Then Tuesday was a wall of heat. The Spring equivalent of Indian summer. And I wilted.
Tuesday I summoned the energy to drive out to the health food store to stock up on GFCF ingredients and products I can't get at Whole Foods. In particular, I wanted to get some DariFree for the burger buns I was planning to make Thursday.
Wednesday I summoned the energy to make the chocolate bark. We were invited to dinner and it was lovely. And I was lucky because the mix of everything turned out just right and I stayed tipped on the side of balance.
Yesterday was chaos. Chemical chaos. Internal and impermanent, it brought me to my knees.
On days like that, when despite so looking forward to it, the choice becomes not making the burger buns, not making the soup with the stock that has now been defrosted in the fridge since Tuesday, not cooking up the napa cabbage which had called out to me in all its fresh refreshing beauty on Monday...days when the magnetic pull towards the kitchen is flipped and the force is repelling...
I am glad for Chebe breadsticks. And turkey burgers.
And so are the kids...who don't even know the half of it. They love these breadsticks.
(GFCF Kid placed the breadstick on the bag saying "it's a commercial"...)
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