Sounds like everyone’s got them. My excuse is we’re hip deep in mud, and while I finally have an opportunity to retreat indoors somewhat and paint pictures, it strikes me I  currently have no imagination. It’s a struggle to paint something that doesn’t look like a half-ass Bob Timberlake (No offense, Bob), the staple production of hundreds of community colleges and craft clubs around the country.

But there’s always food. I finally learned how to make an edible homemade flour tortilla this weekend, and  we ate them with a green salsa from unripe tomatoes, cilantro, garlic, onions, cumin, and Serrano peppers spooned over grilled soy chicken.

I might make chile poblanos tonight. Or pizza. Or a devil’s food cake.

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