Ah yes, Alanis. It IS ironic. I finally get my food blog going, and what happens? I turn into a person who hates food, gags at the thought of cooking, and lies on the couch all day eating blueberries, natural yoghurt and little else. In other words, a pregnant person.
For the last two (three? I don't know, they blend into one long moaning session of this-is-no-fun-whose-idea-was-this-anyway) months, I have been unable to cook anything at all, never mind write about it. The little Fenno-Jewish alien who is currently occupying my uterus has demanded that I restrict my activities to, well, eating fruit and feeling tired. Not much room for anything else.
But now, I have entered the much-anticipated second trimester and I do actually feel much better. There has even been some gentle cooking, although I still don't like meat and I have gone off pasta. Even so, it's a start. And I hope to be back in full blogging action soon, too. Just keep your fingers crossed that the moaning and blueberry munching does not return.
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