I have spent the last 3 weeks trying to update the blog and failing. I was tempted to screencap all of the drafts that are in the queue as evidence, but instead I’d rather focus on the present. With each of these posts I tried to answer the question of why I wasn’t writing – which was easily answered since I wasn’t cooking. I tried to blame it on winter doldrums or a lack of ambition – both of which were lies. The reality is that it’s really hard to be excited about food when you’re struck with morning sickness.
My emotions ran high at the though of ginger ale and unsalted saltines. Unsalted saltines might be the worst invention ever, but at the time they kept me moving along. I faithfully munched on them before getting out of bed in the morning, as I sat on the subway, when I got off the subway, and even when I got up too quickly from my desk at work. I still managed to get sick.



