Wow, I've missed my kitchen.
I know I cooked a few meals over the last couple of weeks, but I don't really remember what it was that I cooked or ate. All I know is that it was vegan and a several meals came from Taco Bell. Thank you, Lord, for the blessed bean burrito.
Oh, and my kitchen missed me. I think I heard it groaning under all the dirt and crumbs that amassed while I was working on our church's Easter musical.
It's over now and so is my theatre-induced haze.
Less than 24 hours after I arrived home I've managed Spring Rolls with rice noodles, homemade strawberry jelly and Strawberry Oatmeal Bars. I am very tempted to get up in the morning and make cinnamon rolls for a curriculum meeting I have tomorrow. I want to throw together a batch of seitan so I can have Buffalo Wraps for dinner. I am also hoping to find time to squeeze in a carrot cake of epic proportions for our small group Wednesdsay night.
These overwhelming feelings I feel seem a little caveman-ish.
ME VEGAN. MUST COOK.
Don't rag on my cave girl, either. She's only a gatherer. See that smile? No hunting here.
So what to leave you with? I still haven't decided. The last couple of suggestions I got were for my cinnamon rolls, but I'm still trying to pin down the amount of cinnamon. Dumping it in until the dough is the color of my favorite fair-trade breakfast blend isn't an exact measurement.
So, how about carrot cake with a side-effect of toe-curling?
I'll fork over the recipe when I've had testers beside myself...my friendly small groupers better be ready!