Have I ever explained how obsessed I am with the Olympics? Like the kind of obsession that makes the world stop turning for two weeks while I spend every night engrossing myself in figure skating, skeleton, and yes, even curling. There's just something about world wide sports camaraderie that makes me feel all warm inside.
Anyhow, as promised, I'm finally getting back into a "new normal" meal planning routine, one which focuses on dusting off the cookbooks on my shelf, and revisiting old favorites on my Pinterest board.
Some of you may remember that our beloved CSA (community supported agriculture) closed up shop a few months ago. To say I was simply sad is an understatement (full post here). David and I had spent three years picking up our box of delicious produce each Friday, and I had spent three years building a weekly menu based on the Thursday email listing what we could expect that week. I like to think I'm a flexible, go-with-the-flow person, but this change illuminated that I'm more of a creature of habit than I thought.
Walking enthusiast, kitchen experimenter, sports lover (watching, not playing), and future world traveler.
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