Eating. Not Fiddling.

It seems like every other minute I have another stupefying, demoralizing notification on my phone. So I think a topic of food and other less traumatic topics are in order.

I was rummaging through the refrigerator freezer and found an unmarked container. I really do need to get in the habit of labeling and face that I will not remember what is in there. I thawed it and found roasted eggplant soup. Yesterday was cool and rainy so why not enjoy a bowl of soup for lunch? No reason I can think of. Because we are in a stressful time I think a bowl of ice cream after the soup is just the ticket. So, we went for it. Then......

Why not indulge in a bit of excess with tortellini, artichoke hearts and Alfredo sauce? Yes, please. I will say, although good, I would like some broccoli in there next time. I have leftover so I think I will add some broccoli to it. When Rome is burning and I don't fiddle, why not indulge in good food? Why not indeed.

As an added bonus, how about a sun-loving cat enjoying her life of luxury on the screened porch? We all should be so lucky.