| Sono andata in italia per l'estate. Ciao! |
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| A Few of My Favorite Things
- Freshly spun pink cotton candy at an outdoor Mexican fiesta
- Hors d'Oeuvres: My new obsession and new favorite course of a meal. They are so beautiful and small. I want to experiment with every recipe I come across now.
- Martha Stewart Living: Honestly, it is a benchmark publication and I am not ashamed to say that I love it and I always have.
- Kettle corn at a baseball game
- Scharffen Berger's hazelnut dark chocolate, mostly because of the pretty pink wrapping
- Whole Foods |
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| This is the summer of growing up. I think that means I need to work on keeping the joy alive. That is the challenge.
Usually I make myself lists of favorites. It seems easy and gratifying, but there moments that should be recognized for their reality, their life-altering importance, even if they seem in some way small.
One of my first memories is of me writing. I was in Mrs.Noble's first grade class, and it was the time of the day when all of us were given spiral-bound paper books, filled with a few sheets of lined paper. We were given time to create whatever we wanted to, to write whatever we wanted to. I wrote about a penguin couple that got married and had babies. Very romantic.
I think that I have known all of my life that I need to be a writer. The words used to come to me so easily. Suddenly they would appear in my brain, and I would rush to a notebook or to the computer to compose. I found it so easy to write, and often.
I don't know what happened, but I feel as though I have lost that gift. I hope that it is still there, and I just have to relax. I hope that if I can reconnect with my subconscious I can go back to normal. I hope for something. Maybe it is gone forever. At this point, I don't know.
I have been given a lot of gifts in my life. I am blessed to have so much, and sometimes I feel that I take it all for granted. I think that in some ways, I work hard. But I have lost the enjoyment of hard work. I don't feel that gratification that comes with a job well done, a promise kept. I think that there is a lot more wisdom to self-discipline than I realized in the past.
So, I am trying to push myself to write. For now, the words come out jumbled and convoluted. I hope that after practice, I can get better.
Today my best friend lost all of her hair for a very long time.
I think a small thing in life, just knowing that you can reach up and touch your own hair, means more than just that. Every part of you is important. Losing a part of you, no matter how temporary the loss, is destabilizing.
I can't bring myself to make a list. I don't know why, it just doesn't feel right to me.
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| i want to be one of those women who:
1. cooks in heels
2. makes her own jam
3. has fun in the kitchen
4. has an enormous herb garden
5. has a big mug of french press coffee every morning while she reads the paper
6. uses her mother's recipes
7. goes to the farmer's market every saturday morning
8. is famous for her cupcakes
9. drinks a glass of wine while she cooks |
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| current loves:
1. pickled okra
2. russian farmer's cheese
3. raw oysters with minionette
4. gin and soda with lime
5. iced pineapple green tea
6. anything off the grill
how about you? |
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