Caloric healing

I didn’t just wake up on the wrong side of the bed Wednesday. I was so miserable and grumpy that I had to have been on the wrong side of something way bigger. The universe maybe? I slept terribly, had terrible dreams, was woken by a pup faking distress at 1:30 am, and then again at 5:45 am (at which point I locked him in the garage), finally got up with a crick in my neck (not that again!), a headache and the foulest mood I’ve had in quite a while.

Things weren’t much better at work (I’ll spare the tedious details) and when I skipped out for an hour to watch the wedding invites get made (hand-made letter press!), things weren’t going well at the studio either. Our envelopes came in different than what we ordered, necessitating cutting the plate (used for imprinting the design and words) and an on the fly redesign. Also, the plate for the invites was all warped and screwed up, wasting a morning of our letter-press lady’s time and requiring ordering a new plate, thus pushing back the printing of the invites.

Finally we gave up, went to lunch and I found divine healing. Divine healing came in the form of cheese. (When doesn’t divine healing involve cheese?) Mozzarella cheese to be specific. Mozzarella partnered with sliced pear, walnuts & honey – all sandwiched between two slices of crusty bread and grilled to melt-y perfection.

Sooooooooo good. I can’t say the day turned around at the point really (it didn’t), but I felt so much better that afternoon. I thoroughly plan to incorporate this into my culinary repertoire.