What The Hell?

I swear to god, it's been all about food today.
The tiny sweet crescent moon must be in food. That's the only way I can explain it. I made my brunch this morning and it was terrific. Everything I wanted it to be.
Without bacon, of course.
And then I worked in the garden on and off all afternoon while Mr. Moon was in the woods working on his hunting lease.
When he got home I told him that I was not in the mood for cooking.
At all.
And so what did I do?
I cooked. Of course.
I thawed out venison ribs and browned them and then cooked them in the pressure cooker with different spicy sauces and finished them in the oven


and made brown basmati rice with black-eyed peas and tomatoes.



I picked baby collards from the garden


and cooked those with onions and tomatoes and seasonings and steamed corn in them at the end.


And I made corn bread.

Jesus.

It was good. And for someone who was not in the mood to cook, well, I think I did okay.

And now if you'll excuse me, I think my peanut butter, chocolate chip cookies are almost done.


I have no idea what is wrong with me but can I just say that I sincerely hope it passes quickly?