The importance of eating well

With my recent abundance of free time due to Spring weather in the Gulf, and scarcity of social engagements due to being shy and new in town, I have been devoting a lot of time and energy into stuffing my face. I have tried making Quiche (yummy,) Alfredo (wish me better luck next time,) and new ways to perfect my old favorite bacon and eggs with whole wheat toast, strong black coffee, and a banana (the secret is to put the cheese in the pan before you put in the eggs, so the cheese flavor gets strong enough to hang out with the egg yolk flavor.) Also, I finally have a productive and renewable herb garden.
After reading my sister Jessica's post about her garden, I decided to follow suit and try my hand at veggies. Being the adventurous soul that I am, I decided to run before I walk and try tomatoes. There are three big planters in my yard where weeds have long since choked out what was meant for them, so I weeded and tilled one of them by hand until it was uniform, dark brown, loose, rich, sweet smelling soil. Then I planted six Roma tomato seedlings about 18 inches apart. My neighbor Ann came out and helped. She's cool like that. So I'll keep y'all posted about the 'maters.
So speaking of my neighbor Ann, we're gonna BBQ tonight just for fun, so I made my original recipe souse last night. I was about to start when I looked up at my pots and pans hanging over head and decided that enough was enough. I was sick of using crappy cookware. I have a gas stove, so I really needed some nice, thick bottom pans for it. So 90 bucks at Target later, I had a good saute' pan and a good 3qt sousepan, and a couple other random utensils. It was worth it. The first time I put a slice of bacon on that saute' pan, I actually heard angels singing. I never thought that kind of temperature control was possible on my cheap stove. No: cooking is not my calling in life. Just like being a rock star isn't. Going pro would take all the fun out of it.