In a complete departure from the yawn-worthiness of everything I set my hand to while I was a pregnant, working full time mother of two and wife to one, I actually looked at a recipe and made a meal from raw ingredients.
I know. Breathtaking.
It happened to be stew, and only take half an hour, and it also happened that I had gotten everything ready before I left to pick the kids up from daycare and Mr had finished putting it together before I got home with them, but it still counts as cooking, because I was elbow deep in raw pork and also had to peel and chop things.
Cooking and general food enjoyment have been missing from my life since May 2nd. And it's on it's way back.
As soon as I finish the taxes.
This time last year: It Took All Morning To Clean Up, But It Was Worth It