We just spent a quick hour in the garden: weeding, prepping for more mulch, and pruning kale. I'm looking around the house, noticing the two large boxes of potatoes, the heap of onions, the big pile of kale, the counter lined with squashes, cucumbers, and cayenne peppers, and the fridge drawers stuffed with cabbage, chopped kale and green beans. I feel like I'm drowning in food, but yet there is nothing to make for dinner. Too lazy to prep? No inspiration? Who knows. We are going to end up having spaghetti and meatballs most likely.