It's 9:05. Do you know where your fabric is?

No, I haven't brewed coffee or gotten dinner yet.

I can't get that awesome fabric from the other day's journey to Rag Shop out of my mind. Think I can get Mike and the kids in the car, have them drive me to College Point, and I'll take my chances on whether or not the cleaning crew is there and will let me in to cut my own fabric, leave some cash for it, and come home?

Me neither. Damn. I'm really jonesing to make some dishtowels now. I'm also jazzed to try my hand at these cute sugar cookie potholders from Uncommon Threads.

Okay, my stomach is growling, let me go forage.

I'm Hungry

It's nearing grocery shopping time and the cupboard isn't bare, but there never seems to be any ingredients I need to make anything. I'm somehow always one or two key ingredients short. WTF?

I had everything to make black bean soup, for instance - except for the black beans. For a change, I had a nice, ripe banana for the banana muffins, but alas, no ricotta cheese (no buttermilk either, but I can use a substitute for that). It's 8:55 and I have yet to eat dinner. Should I just pry open a can of chickpeas, pour some tahini on it and call it a night?