Dear World Wide Web: I've been avoiding you.
At a cottage over the weekend, full of group-meal-planning, a steady flow of failed food substitutions arose. There was too much water in my coconut whipped cream: it became coconut whipped spread. I didn't have the right ingredients to cut the gluten-free injera: it became compost. As my first failed crepe batter turned into pizza crust, I consistently flipped a flawless wheat-flour batch. When my second crepe batter attempt separated into sizzling puddles of disappointment, well - a girl can only bounce back so quickly.
Long story short, I've been feeling defeated. Nothing new here. Last week, steering away from creativity and experimentation, I burnt my last frozen veggie burger, and with my cupboards void of any fixings, wrapped it in rice paper with some mustard and lettuce. Low point.
Moving forward- and using what was in my fridge, freezer and garden for inspiration- I've peeled myself off of the kitchen floor and dusted off my food processor. The result: these little hand-held pockets of goodness. Just what I needed to feel better.