Here I am again, and again, I’m tempted to whine about my writing.  Frankly, I’m bored of complaining, so I’m not going to do it.  The writing is what it is.  I should spend more time doing it.  I also need to finish things.  And I need to get better.  Much better.  But enough about that.

The spouse and I just finished a popular thirty day diet in which we cut out most things people like to eat.  It was difficult.  I missed soy products.  I missed cooking with wine.  I missed cheese, glorious cheese.  Was it worth it?    Who knows?  In the end, I did feel better, not that I felt that bad before.  The best thing, I admit, was doing all that cooking.  I’m not at a point of combining flavors and proteins and inventing recipes, but I’m a lot better than I was before.  And I actually like to cook.  Who knew?

The one thing I learned is forget all of those Whole30, super paleo etc. recipes.  Just take the dishes that you like to eat and replace the forbidden gluten filled dairy frothing evil nastiness class of ingredients with something equivalent (or maybe nothing at all).  Who needs all that sugar?

So long, and I hope it’ll be less than a year before I blog again.

Your pal,

Art