yargh!

i don't like it when i wake up in mid-panic attack. four hours and two ativan later, still feeling heart-poundy and palm-sweaty. this shit sucks.

dinner experiment

pounded chicken breast wrapped around roasted red bell pepper and swiss cheese, sauteed ~20 minutes, topped with sun-dried tomato butter: quite fine. needed more salt.

beautiful, gorgeous, delectable, incomparable brussels sprouts: what can one say?

$6 champers, highly touted by Monterey Market: too sweet by half, but any port in a storm, as they say. only, instead of port, champagne.

mood: still quite anxious and guilty. otherwise, adequate.

cooking with what's actually on hand instead of mounting some sort of preposterous expedition for some obscure ingredient: priceless.