I’ve come to realize lately that life all too often hands you curveballs, whether you want them or not.
Sometimes they’re small. Like a half empty bag of Reese’s in an otherwise totally healthy day.
There are some people on this earth who age gracefully.
They might have firm skin, a gorgeous thick head of salt and pepper hair that really does look stunning in its own right, wise-beyond-their-years eyes that maintain a bit of a captivating twinkle.
And you know just from looking at them that they are the kind of old folk who are generous with their wisdom. Who accept help from their children graciously. Who not only recognize but embrace their limitations and allow themselves to be taken care of for once.
Are you guilty of trying to convince yourself to eat things you just don’t like because they’re good for you? I know I am…at least when it comes to beets. Check out my recipe for this peach, pluot and roasted vegetable salad for a beet recipe that even I enjoyed!
I also just want to take a moment to remember all the men, women and children who were lost on this day 11 years ago. And to say thank you to all the men and women who fight to protect us every day. We appreciate it.
I was merely blocks away from the World Trade Center when the towers hit, in a biology lab that I don’t remember. Then, on the fifth floor in homeroom, watching from a window as they seemed to crack at once and then fall. And then. I ran.
It feels like a lifetime ago. And then again, it feels like yesterday. But no matter how much time passes, what remains true is that I will never forget. I’ve written more about my firsthand experience with 9/11 in previous posts, so I’ll just direct you to them if you’re a new reader and want to hear more.
9/11/11 – https://www.joanne-eatswellwithothers.com/2011/09/9112001.html
9/11/10 – https://www.joanne-eatswellwithothers.com/2010/09/symons-homemade-spaghetti-with-heirloom.html
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Truth be told, I have ignored Fashion Week for the past 25 years of my life in New York City.
Okay, fine, the ones where I was still in diapers really shouldn’t count unless you consider graduating to the next level of Huggies to be trendsetting.
But still.
I know that they say almost doesn’t count (in fact, it was oh so eloquently documented in this song by Brandy from 1999. Classic.) but, for the record. Between plums that were thisclose to rotting (although when you buy them 3 for $1.00 off a street vendor what do you expect) and a pastry dough that was not cooperative in any sense of the word…this is the tart that almost wasn’t.
The.Boy. can say whatever he wants about kale but the truth of the matter is that when push came to shove on Sunday afternoon, those leafy greens were there for him.
As the capsaicin in the poblanos hit his taste buds, causing sweat to pour down his face and steam to come out of his ears, just as he was about to rip his clothes off in an attempt to relieve some of the internal heat that was building, those leaves swept him off his feet, jumped into his mouth and carried him off into a spice-free sunset.
It was quite the fairy tale ending, if I do say so myself.
Welcome to Eats Well With Others, where we take a vegetable-and-cupcake laden approach to life (always with a bit of laughter on the side)!
Summer
