it's not even noon and i've accomplished that much. to keep it short and simple, this week (and perhaps longer) have not been ideal in my world. so, i did what any neurotic girl would do. i started cooking. when life is out of control...cook. i've long enjoyed the art of cooking. it's a practical talent...life-giving, if you will. it can be fun. and perhaps what i like best about it is i can make it pretty! yep, i like pretty food. cooking is one of those things that can tantalize all your senses...taste, touch, sight, smell, and if it's fajitas (or anything fried)...hearing!
this rainy, dreary morning i decided to attempt a recipe i'd been wanting to try. the recipe was called 'blintz' pancakes...kind of a healthy take on blintzes and different take on pancakes combined. i followed the recipe very conscientiously (anyone who knows me knows that's the gospel truth), yet somewhere in my reading the recipe and putting it into action my blintz pancakes failed. miserably.
so, instead of crying and having an emotional breakdown in the kitchen like julie (in the scene from the movie julie and julia), i salvaged what seemed edible (not pictured above) and cut up some strawberries, poured on some maple syrup and proceeded to eat my breakfast. then i gathered what wits i had left, took a picture for your viewing pleasure and cleaned up the evidence of my catastrophe.
despite my failure, i did manage to make a pretty good cup of french press coffee. it's the little things.