Speaking of food: as you know I'd been cooking somewhat obsessively, and such decided to take a break. But! It seems when I don't cook, there's nothing to eat. I've been reduced on three separate occasions to lunching on what Buckingham's nephew calls "peanut butter spoon."

So tonight I thought I'd make a quiche. The idea was to try to just cook one thing, just what I needed: moderation, you see. Well, I failed: I couldn't resist whipping up a batch of bran muffins while I was at it. Maybe that I could have justified, but probably not the batch of shortbread, half of which I made into jam thumbprint cookies.