There are a few reasons for this, the book tour being the first to come to mind because it involves me being social on a massive scale with people I generally don't know. This usually sets me off pretty well even though I hide it smashingly through sarcasm and witty repartee. Now most people would say I'm quite social and do very well in social events. Thing is that internally I'm screaming to just go home and hide. (I've learned to jam it down and cry when no one is around.) Even at my wedding I took 15 minutes to hide from everyone and catch my breath and that was from people I love. Plus, the tour involves event planning on a whopping scale. It's like juggling balls. Fifteen of them. And half of them are invisible. And one of the balls is a chainsaw.
Another source of stress is the whopping amount of vet bills for Eat Beast who, in the end and $1000 worth of tests later, apparently was just having a delayed reaction to Prozac. In addition to all this I have an unscrupulous ex I extricated myself nearly a decade ago. Suddenly, I being hounded by people wanting to serve him papers and threaten him on credit due. Naturally, none of the harrassers will listen to me when I tell them I don't know where he is and have zero contact with him because I assume they hear that record played more than a Katy Perry album regardless if it's the truth. (I haven't heard from him since maybe 2007, praise be to Jesus.) How they even have my number - or even more so, why - is beyond me.
Oh yes, and suddenly $3000 in house repairs are coming up. The joys of home ownership.
Suffice it to say, I haven't been cooking so much as rocking myself in a fetal position two or three times a day.
If I'm not out cold from Xanex then I'm so stressed out that I've become so gritty you could lay me flat and use me as a driveway. Still, I did find time to make sweet potato waffles. It's not really my recipe, I found one for pumpkin spice waffles at Two Peas & Their Pod and did a simple substitution of sweet potato for pumpkin. I won't post the recipe here because they deserve your traffic for this one and I need to get back under the covers and distract myself with Sex and the City repeats.
I'm sad to admit it, but a therapist doesn't sound so bad. Having grown up with one for a father I've adopted a more solve-your-own-problems kind of attitude, but it's been growing thought. Mainly, I just can't afford one so I've been talking to the corgi, but he's no good because during our last session he became occupied with eating a spider. So unprofessional.
So yes. Waffles. They are all kinds of amazing. Naturally sweet, plenty of spice, and I always add a bit more ginger than any recipe tells me to because I live on the edge like that. Admittedly, these and a cup of black tea hit with maple syrup and a shot of brandy are a fabulous way to reduce stress. I highly encourage it.
Also, lastly, the cookbook comes out next week. Holy crap. Three years of work and now it's seven days away. If you haven't pre-ordered a copy for yourself then I suggest you do to treat yourself. (The amazon page updated with all the lovely preview bits finally.) Give yourself the gift of cheese cookery.