I’m still trying to figure out where my appetite and love of food has gone. I helped my friend make some basic sugar cookies (not gf) this afternoon, mainly because I’m so bored I could scream. This recovery thing sucks. There’s chicken strips in the oven, so I’ll have a couple of those when they’re done. Kids had gf pasta with marinara and gf chicken nuggets for dinner.

How about you? Let me live vicariously through your food/cooking adventures!