I was at a day-long impro workshop on Sunday when someone asked me, “Where’s Jess today?” I realized how strange it would sound before I answered. “She’s at home making my dinner.”
Jess and I have been busy people lately, which means we haven’t had much time to spice things up. In the kitchen, I mean. Get your mind out of the gutter.
Well, with a couple of days off this week, Jess took the initiative and went prowling through a couple of the cookbooks I keep on the shelf (gotta keep up appearances, you know).

I can feel my brain being reprogrammed every time I open the fridge door.