This image has nothing to do with anything, but I just learned how to upload photos, and I had to put something on here, even if I didn't have anything food related. I got a new computer a few weeks ago, and I'm still learning all the ins and outs. One of the ins I haven't studied yet is how to upload new photos from the camera to the computer, so at this point, I'm limited to using pictures I already have in my photo file. This pic was taken last October when I did an event at Tattered Cover in Denver along with Mara Purl. I chose it because I like the outfit. The bookstore did serve cookies and punch, so we'll call that the food connection.
More on-theme: I've been working feverishly on a new book for the past couple of months. Not making a lot of progress, but working hard nonetheless. One of the sad consequences of my current single-mindedness is that when evening comes, I never, never, never have the slightest idea what we're going to have for dinner. I guarantee that whatever we choose is going to be easy. Sandwiches, spaghetti, and pizza are common fallbacks.
In the olden days, in pre-take-out and restaurant days, when a woman physically worked a heck of a lot harder than most do now, the usual thing to do was to have a set and rotating menu for every day of the week. That way, she didn't have to do much meal planning. If it was Monday, she knew it would be a pot of beans. (Monday = washday = put on beans early in the morning and let them simmer all day). Friday was usually a stew. (Clean the week's leftovers out of the icebox.) A lot of it had to do with what was in season. No tomatoes in March, unless they were canned. No fresh salads in January.
I think sometimes I should develop a rotating weekly menu for writing season, when spaghetti is always ripe.