If you could just smell my blog.

I haven't been cooking lately.

It's hot out, I've been working a lot, I'm going to die alone.... somewhere along there, I kind of lost my mojo. I've been meaning to. The fridge is stuffed with slowly wilting good intentions. I just haven't felt the inspiration.

Tonight, however, I realized that when I'm not completely mindful of the choices I'm making for myself, big or small, I'm probably not taking the best care of myself that I could be. So the kid and I went to the market, and I bought a cartful of vegetables and a gigantic watermelon.

I had watermelon for dinner. I won't lie, I still wasn't inspired. I put her to bed, I watched a movie, and decided I still wasn't tired. I went into the kitchen and started peeling and chopping and trimming and I made a gigantic pot of vegetable soup. Not a big deal. Except it's midnight. And I'm playing my Nina Simone and chopping up a leek and I realized that I love food. Not just eating it, although that's up there, but I like rinsing it off and cutting it up and making it into something. Leeks are sexy. The white part of them can be such a satiny, bright white, but the green parts are such a deep green, and they have such an amazing texture. I like how they look in my hands when I toss them into the pot. I am now in love with the leek.

So I'm sitting here, reading a book that a friend wrote about food, and enjoying my new romance with the Allium porrum. The house smells fantastic. And tomorrow, when I peel myself away from my computer for lunch, it will be like the soup fairies were here.

Seriously. I wish my blog had scratch-n-sniff. You have no idea what you're missing.