I made a tomato tart last night. So simple. I made the crust and then put it in the tart pan with removable sides that I bought in France. It consisted of mozzarella, basil, tomato slices, olive oil, salt and pepper. I added garlic last night, too. My son inhaled it. My husband was appreciative. My daughter ate a small slice. While I started making this recipe in the summer with all the cherry tomatoes that sprouted from the compost, it seemed to be a perfect recipe for this time of year with all the red and green from the tomatoes and basil. Of course, I had to buy the veggies for this at Christmas time, but that's OK.
Christmas time. I can't seem to get excited about anything. I feel so alone most of the time. I miss being near family and having close friends. I recently had a second interview at a place I already volunteer, but they went for the candidate with supervisory experience. I felt like this would be my ticket to get back into the workforce and be around people. I suck at being a homemaker. Oh, I know that for a fact because my husband tells me so. Oh well. First world problem and I need to pull myself up by my bootstraps. At least, I got bootstraps. So many people don't.
I love to bake, especially this time of year. Sugar cookies, peanut butter blossoms, Mexican wedding cookies. I love decorating the sugar cookies with butter cream frosting. A chance to be creative. I actually can control myself around the cookies, too. I guess when you can bake whatever, it's not a treat. This year I want to bake a Buche de Noel. I made one a few years ago but I think I can do better this year. One of the blessing about not working is I can take the time during the day to bake.
I need to start blogging again. It can be therapeutic.
Christmas time. I can't seem to get excited about anything. I feel so alone most of the time. I miss being near family and having close friends. I recently had a second interview at a place I already volunteer, but they went for the candidate with supervisory experience. I felt like this would be my ticket to get back into the workforce and be around people. I suck at being a homemaker. Oh, I know that for a fact because my husband tells me so. Oh well. First world problem and I need to pull myself up by my bootstraps. At least, I got bootstraps. So many people don't.
I love to bake, especially this time of year. Sugar cookies, peanut butter blossoms, Mexican wedding cookies. I love decorating the sugar cookies with butter cream frosting. A chance to be creative. I actually can control myself around the cookies, too. I guess when you can bake whatever, it's not a treat. This year I want to bake a Buche de Noel. I made one a few years ago but I think I can do better this year. One of the blessing about not working is I can take the time during the day to bake.
I need to start blogging again. It can be therapeutic.
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