I had the overbearing feeling of uselessness on Saturday, the usual “What am I doing? Where am I going? What is my purpose in life?”. By the end of the weekend I still didn’t feel particularly productive, despite having produced
- mini-bruschetta like things
- farinata (for which I dispatched 8 gilgies from this mortal plane)
- anchovy and fennel grissini
- popcorn
- homemade pizzas
which, although transitory in nature were creative acts nonetheless, and did help fill the hole in my stomach if nothing else.
