Last night I meant to cook a lot but I drank far too much with a friend, came home and slept in my clothes.
Lunch was good (home made coleslaw over spinach with sprouts and tomatoes) but unphotographed due to being the stumbling dead this morning.
I made a test recipe tonight and it bombed. My polenta fries turned into an over-rosemaryed corn crepe.
Ate muhammara by the spoonful and too many dried apricots instead.
I just want to read tonight but since Greg is so wonderful, he brings you this: