It was D's birthday three days ago, I'm glad we ended up getting together and doing something special for him. B got him ribs, and I baked an eggnog cheesecake. I wanted to top it with boiled frosting, but ended up over-whipping the egg whites. So, I started over and decided to just to it with meringues. It came out rather cute, but I wasn't satisfied (when am I ever?).
B cleaned the kitchen a bit after that (because it was a total war zone), and I finished the cleaning quickly last night. It was surprisingly easy, and I'm glad I did because when the kitchen is clean I am motivated to cook. I made pasta with buttered leeks and mushrooms, but didn't have the momentum to include the peas nor the basil. The look of it was average-, but it was pretty tasty.
Now, however, I have 2.5 leeks I need to do something about. Maybe I'll make leek potato soup and use up the cream too.
The night before D's birthday, I made gnocchi with oven-roasted yellow beets and sautéed kale. It was alright, but I'm glad I got to cook again at least, because I don't always want to. The meds are messing me up, because I have no appetite and don't want to cook anything. I have this gross feeling of being overly full, and get nausea from the smell of food.
The gonococci weren’t home-made unfortunately. I tried making one several months ago but ended up over-boiling the potatoes, I believe it was my first time making potatoes, which is quite funny I think. Regardless, the gnocchi themselves were nice and with a nice clean ingredients list, so I don't feel particularly guilty.
I'm developing this nice sense of being able to look at recipes and say "nah, it's actually not going to taste good".
After my counselor's appointment, I went back to mama and had lasagna. It was very healing.