Pudgy pidgeons out the window, rain in your teacup, and buttery toast sprinkled with cinnamon sugar (that goes all the way to the edges). A few things that have been happening in our world
Grateful – For this little cooking blog and all of the cool people I’ve met along the way. Earlier this month, I spent some time in New Orleans. A get-away of sorts, with some pretty great women, all of whom share a love of cooking. The chance to leave social media behind for the better part of it; choosing sugary memories over Photoshopped images
While making Paris-Brest, I met two of the kindest souls, spreading goodness throughout the world at the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. One was recovering after over a terrible break-up. Her friend said: “I’ll tag along to New Orleans, and keep you company.”
Over a five-course dinner at the Ponchetrain Hotel’s Jack Rose, I loved the stories of interning at Bon Appetit and America’s Test Kitchen. I cheered at the bravery of another who was laid-off from her government job and decided to start a bakery. Oh, and the sweetest (and chic) woman who, as it turns out, is the daughter-in-law of a very famous movie star.
Trivia – A recipe from America’s Test Kitchen costs about $2000 to develop(!)
Saving Up – To go again next year. There are so many things I’d still love to do, like visiting the WW II museum, taking a ghost tour, and eating at all of the Waffle Houses I didn’t have time to visit.
Date Nights – At the pet hospital. After moving, we’ve struggled to find a vet we like (outside of those at the hospital). The only problem is, like any ER really, it can be a bit of a wait. So last week, when we noticed Poppy’s coughing/breathing was getting worse, we decided it was time to have it looked at.
The first night we went. After three+ hours we lost all power (and hope), deciding to try again the next.
Night two went something like this:
“Kitty corralled?” Check
“Powered up?” Check
“Mental health?” About as good as it’s going to get
“Here’s hoping for the best.”
Smiling – at Poppy. She purrs so loudly; nobody can ever hear what they need to
Diagnosis? – Feline Asthma
Wondering – We have medicine to get us started, but an inhaler is on our long-term horizon
Excited for – Spaghetti Saturdays. We’re officially starting them again in October. Indeed, there are challenges and a million potential pitfalls. Especially with many new faces and a smaller space. At the same time, life feels happier with community, and I’m convinced kindness grows exponentially. It feels good to give it a try.
Related – Have you read The Art of Gathering?
Surprised – by my husband. While I was away, he polished all of my great-grandma’s silver(!) A gift from my grandma, when I first married, so many years ago. She even commissioned a special box to hold them all.
“But, I hadn’t thought about it in such a long time.”
“They’re far too special to be in storage.”
Mostly – It’s been a quiet September. I’ve been testing the waters about a side-project (or two) that may or may not come to fruition. The process has felt like a welcome shift, and I’ve been losing myself in the best of ways
Thinking – this morning about a story I read once about a chef who loved to work. He waltzed around his kitchen, serenading the vegetables, and juggling fruit. Next to the deep freeze was a record player with Brahms spinning. He’d work alone for days, with nary a thought about the outside world. Until he’d notice an avocado was too soft, a tomato slightly bruised
With it came the realization that it had been several days since he’d even left the house. And so: he’d wrap a trenchcoat around his apron, throw a hat over his head, and schlep over to the market to restock his pantry. The neighborhood grocer, noting the chef’s longer-than-usual absence, couldn’t help but ask
“Where’ve ‘ya been?”
To which the chef would smile and offer the same answer: “On holiday.”
I don’t propose that side-hustles are anything close to utopia, and of course, work is .. well, it’s still work. But to offer dreams a chance, amid life’s everydays? To juggle apples, and then some?
Let’s just say .. I’m getting better at recognizing life’s (many) gifts when I see them
Wishing – For you, a happy and peaceful rest of your week. As always, sending big hugs and lots of love. Thanks so much for being here.