usually i'm excited to have people eat a meal that i've made - but not yesterday. it was my turn to cook dinner last night, and for some reason i was feeling really unispired. it was a strange feeling. i didn't have a sense of accomplishment or joy, and i didn't particularly enjoy making it or eating it.
i made tortillas, black beans, rice, and courgettes (zucchini, for all you americans), with lettuce, spiced up canned tomatoes, and cheese. everyone loved it -- many of them had never had or even heard of black beans before! but i, as the cook, wasn't really feeling it. at least their enjoyment of it made me feel a bit better.
i stood there in the kitchen for ages, trying to think of something interesting to do with the beans and courgettes, but to no avail. i just felt tired and dazed, and my brain wouldn't cooperate with the job i was supposed to be doing.
and all because we didn't have any onions...
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