Welcome to my world

It's getting cold here. My work building was 59 degrees for most of the morning since they haven't figured out how to heat an old elementary school with any sort of reliability. We're wearing snuggies and pulling out space heaters, standing at the bathroom sink with the water running hot. And yes, eating lunch and reading reports in the warm and cozy capsules that are our cars.

But I don't mean to complain. Nope, just check out that lunch I made for myself. It's hard to see because the sun was shining so brightly on the decadence of my tuna and white bean salad enveloped in homemade, whole wheat pita bread, and I was dealing with a camera phone. Capers, onions, rosemary, lemon juice, celery. I know. My boyfriend's nightmare, but my lunchtime dream come true.

And the pita - oh, the pita. Here's a good lesson: don't listen to Wait! Wait! Don't Tell Me when you're making bread. I blame Peter Segal and Carl Kasell for my inattentiveness to the recipe. I had to scrap my first bowl of foamy yeast after I added too much flour. Then I somehow underestimated the length of time it would take to complete the process, though all the waiting times were clearly listed on my recipe. Oh, well. By 9 p.m. on Sunday night, I had 8 beautiful rounds.