Sea Bream with peppers, potatoes, anchovies and tomatoes. And the sound of me blowing my own trumpet.
As of tomorrow I will be in my third trimester. Yikes. Sleeping is becoming a challenge and there are more aches and pains, but I can’t complain. I’m having a good pregnancy and for that I am grateful. I’m also grateful for the new burrito place we found downtown. November has been a good month. New things for the house, finishing the guest room, fairy lights in the bathroom – small changes. The city is filled with christmas lights, german bratwursts and hot chocolate. Here we go. Last stretch before the twins arrive. Breathe.
The magazine is due in 4 weeks and I have a mountain of articles to write, but an irrational (but still very real) fear of writing/performing has gripped me over the last few days. Instead of words manifesting on paper, cinnamon buns have manifested in the kitchen. You may argue that it’s a tasty side effect of irrational performance anxiety. And I can’t argue with that.