The trouble is that my cooking and eating is a bit meh at the moment. I'm still, let's be completely honest, missing my husband, my cosy flat, my cosy life and microwave meals and fish finger sandwiches just seem so much more...achievable.
But they do not a dieting foodie blog make.
I just do not feel particularly inspired, I'll be honest with you.
For me it seems, cooking is not just about providing fuel but sharing - a meal, love, time...I know I have to learn that cooking something nice for oneself is still an expression of love, just maybe a less obvious kind.
Still, it's not all bad news. Look at the gorgeous girl who jumps in through my living room window every now and then:
And I saw my darling Min at the weekend and I'd hate for her to be jealous:
I suppose there are worse things to be than a crazy cat lady...