Smellin like a routine rutabaga

I want to make a bunch of food. I’m really in the mood to just… prepare a bunch of eatables. I’m not sure why though. I was going to make strawberry muffins this morning but I have no idea what happened to the recipe. It was on the inenr lid of a yogurt container and I put it in the sink to wash it the next day and… that was about 3 days ago. Neither of us know what happened. So probably Jake threw it out, being useful, and doesn’t remember. Probably for the best. I’m not even sure if I wanted to eat them, I’m just in the mood to make stuff.

We watched The Three Faces of Eve today. Black and white films are too relaxing.

Why must everyone on tv always eat either pizza or chinese food? Mmm…. noodles. And why must the chinese around here taste so disgusting? It’s just not fair. I think I’m going to have to make some kind of super-delicious yummy noodle dish. Ooh that’s a good idea. If only I had any idea of how to create the flavour in my mind. I have absolutely no guide to go from or anything. This shall be difficult. But maybe this is why I wish to make things so much. Must solve noodle mystery.