I am currently reading the book, Julie and Julia. I know, how trendy of me. Judge if you want. What’s even more cliché is that I read most of this book while eating my way through France.
Never mind that. My sister advised that I would relate to this book and, like always, she was right. I will say Julie has more of a mouth on her than I do, although if you ask my Mother I am well on my way to relating in that category as well. The point is, I did relate. And, I have made a decision.
I am going to start cooking more.
There. In black and white it has been said. And I am not talking freaking PB&J or the likes of either. Meals. I am going to start cooking meals. Perhaps it’s my child bearing hips coming in {just a phrase, people}, perhaps it’s the two week European food tour I just got off of, I don’t know. But right now it sounds like a good life decision.
Of course, I won’t start this new regime right away. We’ve only been back in the loft for three nights. And, of course, I am not giving up eating out entirely. That would fall into the bad life decision category if you ask me.
I will say…soon. I’ll let you know how it goes.
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