Pretty Certain

I'm pretty certain that a year ago, while spending every shred of my being to get through my longest (and apparently most well-written) policy research paper and first microeconomics final, I did NOT eat any meals quite like the one I just had. And it was leftovers.

Nope, not a chance that I could have thought I'd be able to make beef stew (with barley, mushrooms, and thyme) that actually tasted GOOD and had that alongside sourdough dinner rolls that also look and taste so wonderful, made with my own 2 month old starter. Not at all.

But I can, I did, and I'm really sort of proud. I would have taken a picture but it didn't last. Not tonight's at least.

Maybe it's the change in seasons and the fact that it's pitch dark when I arrive home after work. Or maybe it's the fact that procrastinating (it is finals time after all) while doing something for myself - to feed myself, seems perfectly reasonable. Either way, I'm glad that the cooking/baking bug seems to be catching. And that my confidence is gaining ground.

My stomach's pretty happy about it too.