week was a busy one. I was on a deadline for a book, and as
always, the last few weeks were a sprint to the finish. My neck
still smarts from being glued to my computer, but it was nothing a
few post-writing cocktails couldn’t fix. However I barely had time to
shop or do much cooking while I had hammering out words.
really a fan of take-out food, nor do I like delivered food, which is
curiously becoming as popular in Paris as it is elsewhere.
It’s just not really my thing. The idea of a meal that
is cooked, then packed in a closed foam box for 30+ minutes or so
before arriving on my table, isn’t so appealing. (Although I did get
a pepperoni pizza delivered in New York when I was in the thick of
things, which I’ll admit was pretty tasty.)
It felt good
to send the book in and get back to doing some cooking again. Especially
grilling, which is as easy as take-out, and there are no pots and
pans to wash, always a plus – whether you’re on book deadline or not.