I avoided the kitchen for 3 days.

Frank was not happy.

He doesn't like to live on delivery food, and he hates going out to eat. Actually, I confess- it's not because he hates going out to eat. He enjoys restaurants where you can sit with the napkin on your lap, have an attendant seeing to your glass, ordering off the menu, letting the attendant clear off the dishes... it's me who really can't stand restaurants. I never know what to order. The food is never as pleasant as promised. They promise you something succulent, multicolored- a rainbow of taste sensation- and you end up with the same brown goop you could have made yourself if you had stayed home. Worse, it tastes funny, because they never add the right flavoring. They forget the garlic or add too much dill. I always drop my napkin. I forget my purse. I can never find the bathroom, and when I do, I can't find my way back to the table. Once, I gave up and just sat in the car until Frank found me and took me home.

He called Angie again. He ordered her to make me bake again.

I begin to wonder about his bossiness. He never used to order Angie around like that. Besides, I thought he couldn't stand her. Why does he even have her phone number? This worries me.

I couldn't tell Angie about the voice. I couldn't tell Frank. That nice couch doctor said I was fine, so I'm not allowed to go talk to him any more. I don't know who else I can talk to, so here I am talking to you.

It was ok, though. The radio stayed off. We made more brownies with Angie's ingredients, and sugar biscuits without. And then I made some Scotch eggs for dinner. I love a good Scotch egg. Boil an egg hard, peel, roll in parmesan and chives, cover in bacon, cover in sausage, cover in parmesan, and bake for an hour or so at 375F. Yum! and NOT all brown. There's yellow and green in there too. I even made a shepard's pie and pineapple upside down cake after Angie left.

It felt good to be back in my kitchen.

I managed to put the tape back in my sock drawer with the others, and I feel like I can breathe again.

Frank will be pleased.  ¶ 2:03 PM