For every negative, there is a positive. Isn’t that some fancy law of physics?
(Let me tell you what I remember from high school physics: My teacher Mr. Barrett telling me, “You really aren’t the smartest, but you work the hardest.” Gee. Thanks. In turn, I “borrowed” his favorite classroom item, held it hostage for a couple months, providing a series of photos and ransom notes, and eventually got him to agree in the return of Mr. Penguin that I was not just smart, I was clever. Crafty, even. Hey Mr. Barrett, if you are reading this, good news: I’m doing just fine, and for the most part,* I’ve stopped holding things ransom.)
So, for every bad there is a good. Like my friends swooping in to cheer me up lately. It’s been pretty fantastic. Our dinner table has been full most nights with friends who just want a meal and conversation; they know nothing makes me happier. Having grown up in a family where nightly dinners without TV or telephone were mandatory — having people around my table gives such a sense of comfort.
I’ve had gobs of time to read cookbooks lately, and am up to date on my cooking magazines. Lots of exciting new recipes have crossed my path, and these hungry friends are happy test subjects.
Earlier this week: chile rellenos and black bean and honey cornbread casserole. Guacamole, chips, rotisserie chicken (such an easy cheat) and lots of time to catch up while wearing an apron. Bliss.
Later this week, I’ve got a handful of friends visiting. We’re doing a cookout, and I anticipate even more slightly blurry bokeh photos.
I know. I know. You can’t wait. Especially you, Mr. Barrett.
*I might have borrowed a lawn gnome before leaving Arizona who occasionally sends his updates to the owner from his adventures around the United States. He will eventually make his way home.