Do you ever feel like you just don't belong where you are? I've had that feeling for quite a while now. It's like I don't fit where I live. All the fun things have been done, all the new places are now old, and all the people worth meeting here have been met.
I think there is somewhere else that God wants me to be. At least I'm hoping that is it, because I've got a major case of cabin fever. "Hurry up and wait" has become my unwanted motto. The job search is still on, but nothing has come of it yet. Where I end up working will dictate where I go. Being near family is quite preferable because I need some familiarity, but a change of scene will do me good.
Mom had me make chocolate covered strawberries today. My fellow culinarians will be proud of me because I used a double-boiler to melt the chocolate instewad of a microwave. Want to get bitch-slapped? Melt chocolate in the microwave. Want to get bitch-slapped AND the People's Elbow? Stick the microwaved chocolate in the fridge afterward.
Speaking of food. Barefoot Contessa is one of my favorite cooking shows. One of my life's dreams is to spend a day cooking with Ina Garten. That woman is my hero. She makes the best marshmallows.