it is foolish to sit around feeling sorry for oneself, especially when there is no tv to watch to make you believe even more strongly than you already do that you have to get off your butt and do something useful/interesting/creative.
just two meals, but the greatest flavors: franny's anchovy parmesan and sausage pizzas then spotted pig burger and gnudi, light dumplings filled with ricotta and cooked in browned butter. worth the calories.
did this ever happen to you: you look at something you did a million years ago, and think, I don't think I could have come up with that today? Does it make you think, there is no reason to do anything new? I suppose it shouldn't