For me, the weeks of 2009 continue to fly right past me into the past. Never before have I experienced a year whisk by me so very quickly. Is this the beginning of the end? or am I getting old?Seriously...last week (or was that earlier this week)I lost a day? I can't keep track. That said, I believe that today is a Friday, which means no cooking, means wine (what day of the week doesn't?), means relaxing...you get the idea.
Then again, it's February and that's the worst month of the whole year. February and I have a long history of not getting along. February comes along to rescue me from January only to laugh and kick me in the shins, running off after a mere 28 days later like a whiny bitch.
At this point in my life, I think of this as the month of bad break ups, miscarriages, miscarriages, bad news, and the bleakest point in the winter. The time when it rains, the leaves disappear and reappear as the gunk in my windshield, when there is little to look forward to. February tries to break me every year. Not this year.
So, in honor of Michelle-kicking-February-where-it-hurts, just to get even and to support the local economy, I recommend making reservations. It counts as cooking, according to the little man. I've no idea where he would learn such a concept.
With restaurants closing at an alarming rate, those of who can eat out SHOULD.
Do your part to support the economy, if you can, and eat out.
Kick February good and hard, just once and say it's from me,