Delicious meatballs that is. I made these for the first time this weekend and they were good! We went to some friends’ house for a potluck and I volunteered to make spaghetti.
And meatballs.
\While in the garden gathering supplies, I noted a lot of holes in the basil. There are some very Italian-loving bugs in my yard. Smart suckers.
It has been a fun couple days of festivities. I’m officially 30 and after rocking out with Bono last night at an incredible U2 concert, I’m also officially pooped. No getting old jokes required. I need a nap.
I made a promise to myself 90 days ago that en sum required focusing on myself for three months to accomplish some serious goals before this milestone. Some were reached (novel 1, just waiting for cover design!, boutique idea hatched, back to running, etc) and some not so much (cookbook, 1/2 marathon in November, actual pumpkins from the garden instead of just flowers and vines). There has been some serious internal work going on too and I’m happy to say I seem to have crawled out from underneath the cloud of depression that has been haunting me off and on for the last 1.5 years. It has been a great transition period and I’m really looking forward to rocking this decade.
Tonight I’m off to the B’s for dinner, which will undoubtedly be a great time. I am so happy Tom and I share a birthday week so I can catch up with his sweet daughter and that adorable Roscoe. They are in town for Tom’s big 6-0. Seriously, how great is this kid?
So, thank you for all of your kind wishes! I say it regularly, but it is so true — I am blessed with friends and family.
With love,
Kelli