I have, it seems, been on hiatus for nearly six months.
Those of you who have been with me for a while know that this is not unusual. For more than five years I worked at a job that eventually sapped all creative energy from me and exposed to me the ugly reality that very few people play well with others. After a year of regular and often prodigious posting, I began to slow down, sometimes ignoring the blog for weeks or even months at a time.
I retired early, not wishing to spend my work life repairing damage caused by adult prima donnas, good old boys and sociopaths. In the last few months of my work life, I tried to summon up interest in this blog and its original intent, which was to showcase easy-to-make French classics.
But it seems my tastes have changed. For the past six months, I have found myself craving and thus preparing basic comfort food, from grilled sandwiches oozing with three kinds of cheese to savory meatloaf paired with mashed potatoes and peas.
Food took on a different role in my life.
My husband and I made it through Election Night last November, fortified by a batch of brownies and cold milk. We had chicken instead of turkey for Thanksgiving and ribs for Christmas. I made low-fat version of spaghetti Alfredo, macaroni and cheese, and slow-cooker pork chops with cole slaw all winter long. I developed a passion for peanut butter on raisin bread and cheesy popcorn.
In Wisconsin, we have been battered by snow and wind since early December. Spring made a late appearance at the end of March, only to be snatched away by three more days of snow, sleet and ice pellets.
Dare I say it? By the end of today the pristine layer of snow that covers our little hill on the west side of town will be nearly melted. Spring usually signals a change of appetite. What will it bring this year? I can't predict, because I never expected to salivate over comfort food quite as much as I have this winter.
I feel myself drawn toward old favorite items of clothing, too, and as a result I've given bags and bags of trendier items to St. Vincent de Paul. I sense the need, somehow, to return to high-quality items like Pendleton jackets and crew-neck sweaters. The same goes for food. I have developed an intense dislike for trendy ingredients.
I cannot predict how these impulses will change the tenor of my blogging. I think I will return, eventually. I don't know when. We have stripped our upstairs book room down to the walls and will be creating a new office for me, with terra cotta walls and creamy woodwork. At the rate we are moving, it will be a few months before the project is complete. I hope the new room will usher in a new era of enthusiasm and creativity.
To those of you who have visited from time to time, or stayed the course after several years, or like Trish, made a surprise return: Thank you!