I’m still not feeling like cooking, or even writing about cooking, because dinner has become such a fiasco lately. My orange chicken is super easy, but a clingy son and a daughter who is egging on said son make for an extremely irritated mother. So I’ll share my recipe the next time I make it.
Let’s change the subject and talk about books. Not bestsellers, but dusty old texts that are sometimes referenced in popular culture but actually only read by a few people during the high school or college years. Classics. These are the sorts of books I love, even if I slog through them sometimes. For the last three years, it’s been hard to find a lot of time to read, and when I do, I end up reading nonfiction about some aspect of food. Now, don’t get me wrong – I love me some Michael Pollan – but I need to lighten things up a bit. For me, that means revisiting the Aeneid and reading Don Quixote for the first time. I realize this is not what most people think of as light reading, but it’s a much-needed departure from the serious issues at hand. In a year’s time, I’m sure I can squeeze both of those in.
My writing goal – 500 words per day – is not writing for this blog, necessarily, but I’m sure some of it will end up on here. Every year I try to do NaNoWriMo but fail miserably. I finally realized that my failure was due to a) not writing on a regular basis (and I called myself a writer!) and b) only sporadically writing more than a few paragraphs at a time. This should be an easy goal for me, since I currently write at least 300 words per day, so I’m hoping to bump this up sometime in the middle of the year.
What are you reading this year?