I am unaccustomed to free time on Sundays. While the weekend is prime time to relax and catch up for many people, my previously jam-packed training and racing schedule meant Sunday used to be one of the busiest days of the week. With blessings from my concussion therapist, I am gingerly adding a bit of exercising back into my daily schedule. Nothing terribly demanding. A short 30 minutes workout that barely takes up any time in my day. Obviously I am not the type to sit on the couch and twiddle my thumbs. For the last couple of Sundays, I followed where my cravings led me and baked some cookies.
"Eat all the junk food you want as long as you cook it yourself” is my favourite food rules from author Michael Pollen. I wisely limited myself to only one cookie but there was strange satisfaction in knowing that I went through the trouble to bake from scratch when craving hit. Absolutely, maddeningly inefficient of course. From the time I scaled out my ingredients to the moment I put the last clean measuring spoon on the dish rack, I already forgot how much I wanted a cookie in the first place.