Well, we’ve almost made it through the first month of the new year. The holidays are over and done with. Champagne and Auld Lang Syne are a distant memory once steeped with positivity and eager foresight.
A few months ago, I began to feel toxic. Too much wine, too many verditas shots (thank you Esme and Cayman), not enough sleep. As a temporary single parent, I started to feel a little anxious. Sam was still away on tour. I’d been cooking for one and a half for two months and finding it creatively challenging.