I’ll be making seafood risotto for dinner and tiramisu cheesecake. Hmm, try to resist that.
Then there’s the plan to go to the state fair on September 26. Last time I went I had a Fletcher’s corn dog when I got there and one right before I left, not to mention all the things I tried in between. The weekend before I leave for the khaki uniform event is the Fredericksburg Wine and Food Festival. My husband is planning lunch at the Alamo Springs Cafe, home of giant, greasy burgers which also happen to be delicious. This is making me more hopeless the more I write. Did I mention that I am having a bahn mi sandwich for dinner tonight?
I spent several hours today going through my piles of cooking notes, favorite recipes I’ve created, clippings, and such to find my absolute favorites. I filed away all the fried, dessert, and rich sauced recipes for some time when my waistline doesn’t matter–maybe age 80?
In the meantime I will only make these healthy dishes and create only things I really should be eating. What’s the point of being a great cook when my cooking is depressing me?