I’m going to tell you a secret. You can make pesto out of pretty much anything. I know it’s been masquerading as something reserved for spring weather. Don’t let the pesto police fool you. There are no rules. If you have greens, nuts, oil and a little cheese, you are golden. I just happened to have chard in my fridge and cashews in my pantry. There are endless combinations when it comes to making a pesto. Play around with it. I encourage you to be creative. […]
I let myself loose in the farmers market this past weekend. It’s a dangerous thing to do. I always want everything. There is just so much bounty there. You want squash? They have every kind. Fruit? Don’t even get me started. Three bunches of hearty greens for four dollars? YUP. SOLD. I strategically avoid the areas where they sell the meat and fancy cheeses, because that could be a problem for me. They are deliciously pricey. I want them. All of them. There is also an area where I only let myself go occasionally that sells goat milk ice cream and a booth that sells gluten free cinnamon coffee cake. Obviously, I want those things too. I am not shy. I love food.
This time, I gave myself a budget of twenty bucks and it was off to the races. We were done shopping when the money ran out. We got a bunch of grapes, pomegranates, persimmons,beets, delicata squash,kale, chard, collards, some pickling cucumbers and some dill. Oh, and I also treated myself to a gluten free crepe with bacon and tomatoes. ( I obviously did not strategically avoid that aisle hard enough.) The husband got some coffee. We sat in the sun on that unseasonably warm Sunday and chatted it up with a good friend and her beautiful baby girl. It was a lovely way to spend a morning. […]
I went to the mall this weekend. They were playing Christmas carols. I spent my ride home singing “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” without realizing what was going on. They inadvertently hijacked my holiday spirit. Crafty.
Why do we have to rush through this holiday season? I still have my jack o’lantern on the porch. Chill. We’ve got time. Let’s not rush things. I’ve still got pumpkin recipes for you! I am not ready to switch to egg nog (least of all because it’s awful). Fall has barely arrived. I just want to relish in cinnamon and cloves and all that this season has to offer before I am bombarded by peppermint, blow-up snowmen and Mall Santas. We will get there. All in due time. […]
I made a new friend! *clicking heels* (Note: I can’t actually click my heels in real life. I can, however, high five enthusiastically and dance spastically to anything with a beat. Salt N’ Pepa preferred.)
Making awesome new friends is a big deal.
When we were kids making friends was easy. We were all thrown into a small space to learn things together. We complimented each other’s slap bracelets or New Kids on The Block T-shirts and BAM, friendship. Easy. We go to middle school and we all bond over boys and baby doll T-shirts and an intense love for the band TLC (maybe this was uniquely my experience, I won’t put that on you. I WILL say that I subscribed to VIBE magazine for a suspiciously long amount of time.) We travel onto high school where it is more boys, tight pants, musical theater, Cliffs Notes, and the notion that parents simply just don’t understand. College comes around, and every one of us freshman is so freaked out that you have instant besties by day one. It’s almost like you grab onto the first person you see (usually your roommate) and figuratively (or literally) hold hands and walk the mean halls together. Of course, by the first week of college, you usually realize that you have made a rash decision by adhering yourself onto the first person you came in contact with. Maybe that person turns out to be selling drugs out of your dorm room closet. Maybe they decide to cook very suspect and fragrant ethnic foods in the room using nothing but your rented microwave and a rice cooker. But, no worries… everyone is on the hunt for new besties. Your people are out there. You find them. […]
