We baked, we cooked, we plotzed.

I have cooked and/or baked the following over the last week or so:

• butterscotch crescent rolls,
• almond cardamom bread,
• cookies galore,
• almond, pumpkin seed, and cashew brittle,
• caramels,
• spicy cashews with wasabi peas,
• a chocolate souffle cake,
• coconut cupcakes,
• roasted potatoes,
• maple roasted yams,
• roast rosemary pork,
• cauliflower au gratin, twice,
• salads galore,
• steamed broccoli,
• baguette,
• white bean soup with leftover roast pork,
• roasted pumpkin soup, thai-spiced,
• corn muffins,
• more roasted potatoes.

Also, I have cut up

• four pineapples.

Tonight, we had leftovers and may I say,  I could barely heat them up in the microwave properly.  My own soup was a teeny bit on the lukewarm side. I think it's possible I have cooked myself into a corner that I can't even punch my way out of.  (Am I a fighter now? an aging prize fighter/cook that has been cornered by the food itself, and is this an appropriate metaphor? I am so tired I can't even tell. You be the judge.)