When I wrote the title for this post I was thinking about how it feels when your favorite band that you've traveled the country to see night after night announces that they are going on hiatus. This probably doesn't feel like that....
Cooking has been almost completely absent from my life these past couple of weeks. I mean I still cook, I have to or James would starve, but it's nothing to write home about. I kid about James starving if I don't cook. If there isn't food around James is great at preparing a refreshing, soothing beer for dinner.
James and I will be leaving on Wednesday for the mitten state. His cousin is getting hitched. I am really looking forward to the wedding, as well as relaxing on Lake Michigan with Oberon in tow, and adding some sun kissed highlights to my golden locks. The summer teases you here in San Francisco, and I often find myself yearning for some sun, heat, and water. A little sand wouldn't hurt either. We are also moving on the 9th, the day after James gets back from Michigan, so I've got a lot of packing to do. With the big move now in the foreseeable future, school around the corner, and the search for the holy grail (i.e. a job), I see myself having zero time to cook up anything worth posting. Thus, the hiatus.
Once I get settled in to my new sunlit kitchen, the cheese making and bread baking will commence. SO watch out! I'm already planning the reunion tour.
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