Laziness that is. Getting over laziness means cooking. I know what you're thinking-she's talking about being lazy again?!?!? But contrar my dears...I am actually talking about being un-lazy today. After my last blog, I found motivation. Now, don't get me wrong. It wasn't my normal self-motivation. But, ahem, motivation is motivation, if I do say so myself. And I do. First entree was for me, myself, and I. The three of us savored the aromatherapy of Asian cooking. A dash of soy sauce and a hint of ginger keeps the doctor away. Maybe even the neighbors. And the dog. Don't even try your breath on little kids. They will embarrass you. Like when your 5 year old niece asks why you have that one hair on your neck, because, well she doesn't have any hair there. Yeah, just wait Trishie. I've got one word for you. Puberty. There. I said it.
After a bout of dishes and lazing around (oops, guess I am going to talk more about being lazy...but this is after working-it's an excused lazy...right?), I was back at it for yet another holiday party. This one was at my girl Laurie's house, and if anyone knows Laurie, you know it was going to be a straight up feast. So, I did my part to add to the feast. I broke out the ol' rolling pin from India and went at it.