Cathartic Cooking

It turns out the main problem with working 12 hour days and trying to write a novel in a month is that I really miss cooking!  I kind of binged on vegetables and bread flour at the store tonight, then came home and cooked enough food for a small dinner party.  After making soup and a frittata, and around the time that I was shouting while banging the dough on the counter, I decided that I need to be cooking something every day.  I think that only shouting at bread dough could have made me feel better about my crappy day.