Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
This afternoon I put together a few recipes I've been kicking around in my head.
Success? Not quite yet. The creamy chunky guacamole was delish, except for the fact that I purchased habanero peppers vs. the milder jalapeno. Wham.
The salmon patties made with sweet potato and white bean puree needs a little work. Not much, just a few tweaks.
Finally, I finished up the "Friendship Bread" I'd been given. (The sour dough stuff you leave on the counter and squish everyday. After adding more sugar to the mix, I then had to add a box of instant vanilla pudding.
Okay. Not exactly "FRIENDLY." I'm pretty sure I'm not going to do that again. Tastes really good, but is really, really bad.
And speaking of food -- this is fascinating.
I'm going to have to check out this book.