After my pie baking marathon last week, I slept 14 hours. In one evening. Once the clock neared 8pm (7:55pm to be exact), it felt acceptable to tuck in last Tuesday. I proceeded to stay there until 10 am on Wednesday morning.

Last night was the complete opposite. I went to bed around 9:30pm. My eyes heavy as I struggled through an episode of Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat. As an aside, I want to love this series. I’ve watched three of them, and yet to feel hooked. Samin is a lovely host, but there’s an energy an excitement I can’t harness watching it. Continue reading…