Breakfast Update

It turns out that however good dessert was, it itself was as nothing compared to gingerbread soaked in quince-poaching liquid the morning after, for breakfast. I had two helping just to make sure.

In re: the photo. Don't worry—I didn't actually can these. I have yet to get involved with canning.

Grilled Cheese Sandwich

Here is what I was thinking about when I woke up this morning: a grilled cheese sandwich, made with rye bread, American cheese, tomatoes, pickles, and onion. A quick trip to the store mid-morning armed me appropriately, and when I bit into the dripping mess at lunchtime it was even better than I had dreamed. Let me tell you, something is *up* when I'm making runs to the store for processed cheese.

You'd think, with this kind of thing on my mind and plate, that I wasn't feeling so sick, wouldn't you? Alas. Pregnancy is sort of miraculous in combining cravings with nausea.