Which means I’m not cooking as much.
My husband takes over dinner duties from about early May to October. Steak. Hamburgers. Chicken. Sure, I could encourage him to get fancy and try some new recipes, I actually have several grilling cookbooks, but I also remember what has happened to some of my pots, pans and that really pretty glass pitcher when I push him past his comfort zone.
Man. I liked that pitcher.
I’m not baking as much, either. It’s summer. It’s Iowa. We don’t turn on our stoves if we don’t have to.
So the blog has been quiet for more than a month now. I’ve slacked on my cookbook and organizing recipes goals, too. I have, however, read 33 books so far this year. Does that count for something? I’m also watching “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” seasons 1 through 7, on DVD. I’m still running and I have a new addiction to Samurai sudoku. I can’t solve a puzzle past the ‘Easy’ level, but that doesn’t make it any less entertaining.
You know what I love about summer? The farmer’s markets. I’m not great at making out my shopping list and buying what I need, but I am great at buying what I want.