Torpor and Lassitude

It's true.  I've lost my cooking mojo.  Well, sort of.  Yesterday, I made my now famous Tarte a L'Oignon.  Yesterday's version should properly be called Tarte a L'Oginon et Champignon.  I had half of a large container of mushrooms sitting in the crisper drawer that I needed to use or lose.  As always, the tarte is foolproof.  We each had a slice for dinner accompanied by a fresh salad.  Today we each had a slice of tarte and salad for lunch.  I am tarte'd out.  There is one slice left for each of us.  I have Moroccan Lamb Stew and Couscous sitting in the fridge.  I need to shove it down the disposal.  It breaks my heart have to do that.  I am not cooking until Wednesday when I am having a small dinner party here.  I don't know what we'll eat.  I have a beautiful head of red edged leaf lettuce, a big chunk of Manchego cheese and some recently bought English bangers.  That's going to be it until Wednesday.  Mark my words.