This morning I was up before daybreak preparing a crockpot dish for dinner tonight. It wasn’t like I had to rake the coals and start the fire, but the recipe did require a prodigious amount of chopping, and given the attention it gave to a meal hours away, I did feel a bit like a pioneer woman.

This is veering dangerously close to an earlier post about the habits of cookery. But it also brings to mind the fact that time spent in the kitchen is often time spent in one’s own head.

I don’t mind spending time in my head, depending upon what’s rolling around in there. This morning it was mostly thoughts of how I was making dinner before I even had breakfast. Luckily, donuts have arrived, so all is well.