Honest truth? I have barely cooked in the past two weeks. Barely. I have eaten out, from crappy prepared dinners from Whole Foods and cheap chinese food and to amazing black pepper fettucini with pork guanciale, english peas, onion cream and grana padano which was so good I went back and had it a second time within a week.
I have eaten leftovers from a party thrown by my mother. Amazing smoked pork barbecue, cheese and spinach pie and moist rich chocolate cake, none of which I have the recipe for.
I have gratefully eaten anything my husband has put in front of me, either on the weekend or late after he comes home from work and finds I have made no progress towards dinner.
I have managed very little in the way of cooking and you have my sincerest apologies. Tonight I am going to cook something and if it's any good, I promise to tell you all about it. In the mean time, thanks for not giving up on me entirely.