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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

dream food

Frosty temperatures have kept me inside. Our substantial driveway is an ice rink. If I were able to take photographs, my camera would freeze, I'm sure. So...no new photos lately.

If my body has been fallow, my mind is rich in what I want lately. I've been dreaming about food in all forms and tastes. We have the Food Network and I've taken to watching cooking shows. If anyone knows me out there, they would know I don't really cook. But some of these shows inspire me to want to cook something tasty and different than our requisite stews and baked dishes.

Like grilled Porterhouse steaks and roasted potatoes with dill and other spices. Or southern cooking like oxtails and hoecakes. Onion rings that have been bathed in buttermilk then tossed in a a flour/cornmeal mix flavoured with paprika, chili powder and time. Rueben sandwiches with sourkraut. Pickled artichokes and roasted tomatoes. Steamed buttered vegetables with salt and pepper and maybe dill. Tarts, maybe. But something that tastes amazing and usually savoury.

The only thing is that while my appetite has (maybe) returned, my stomach is still on it's own personal revolt. I'll eat something and feel ill.

I just can't figure it out.

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