I'm almost positive that I'm not unique in the feeling that my life revolves around my family's belly. If not cooking a meal, I'm at the market getting ingredients for their next feeding. When not preparing lunchboxes, I'm rationing out treats. Holidays, birthdays, sundry special occasions all need to be catered. Usually I dig it. Usually it's a labor of love. Usually it's just what I do.
This weekend was unusual. And that's when take-out is a beautiful thing. This lack of inspiration also coincides with a missing camera. Hopefully both will return soon.