On the pleasures of pate

I just rushed to the store 10 minutes before closing in search of pate. Thank goodness they had some. Nothing beats that amazing jellied layer on top mixed with the rich delicious soft treasure that lies beneath. Being me is sort of like being pregnant all the time, without the reproduction part. Those who know me well, know better than to get between me and whatever food craving I happen to be having at the moment. They also know to trust my sometimes adventurous concoctions (I don’t do recipes) despite outward appearances and instincts to the contrary. I am grateful for this, it’s like self-administered culinary group-therapy. A wonderful primal way to channel creativity, excess stress and love. I’m a lucky girl.