I’m almost tempted to buy a zucchini and make some bread with it, but I may be out of the mood by the time the grocks are delivered next week. Just every once in a while, I get the hongries to make something like I did a bazillion years ago, and if the opportunity comes up, I seem to have lost my interest in it.
One thing that DID show up was the kettle corn! I treated myself to a couple of handfuls, reminding me that there is another seven days between now and the next time it can come.
I suspect having deliveries has gone a long way in helping to keep the symptoms to a minimum of severity, which is good, even though the amount is still massive. I’m hoping I feel well enough to go to church tomorrow, but I won’t have any clue until I wake up. The unpredictability is always the worst thing.
I’m glad you enjoyed the kettle corn. DP liked the “Graveyard of the Atlantic” t-shirt.