It is Sunday. I have read the paper. I have seriously gone completely nuts for this recipe that my mom made for Rosh Hashana dinner for my Grandparents. They keep kosher and since we had brisket she had to fix something complimentary. Well this salmon was so rawking good. And I am so not a cooked fish person. I really am not a fish person at all. Sushi, certain rolls I will do, there are others that I just find too exotic... anything with skin on it, whigs me out.

I had some of the leftover salmon yesterday morning for breakfast. Oy. So freakin' good.

The breakfast thing is a new thing for me too. I have been trying to kick start my metabolism again. I have spent the last year or so completely disillusioned that eating half a meal a day is ok as long as I am taking vitamins and eating calcium chews. Well last week I got on the scale, completely whigged because the number was frightening and well... I am back on the eating thing again. I know it completely pyscho. But I like eating. I love cooking. But the two really never particularly meshed properly. I noshed alot.

Now. I am three meals at least a day. I now remember what hunger feels like, we were driving in from the mart yesterday and I was so hungry I almost had Mom pull over so I could pick up a peice of Two Fisted Marios. But I waited until I came home and had left over brisket.

Also in other news... I have spent way too much time at the RB. That being said, this week, not so much. I do want to get a gaggle together for dinner and trivia, but I know that it isn't going to happen.

Not at all even remotely excited about work tommorrow. Not because it is bad, it isn't I love it, I just have really enjoyed being home this weekend for the most part.