Tag Archives: home

Fruit

1 Jan

On the eve of 2016, I won’t go to a glamorous party.  I am not heading out to a swanky dinner.  No, New Years Eve, for me, is about quiet gratitude, thoughtful prayer, and personal peace.  This post is a couple of years old, but I am posting it again.  It still feels relevant to life.  Thanks for reading it.  Happy New Year!

It is now 2013. I don’t really make New Years Resolutions, but I do make some goals. I also reflect on the past, and think about how to improve my future. My journey to love, loyalty, forgiveness, and appreciation continues, as does the journey to discover myself. A goal for my journey is to make it a joyful one. So as I do that this year, I want to say thank you.

Thank you to those who told me I couldn’t. From you I learned that I can.

Thank you to those who gossiped. From you I learned how to hold my friends dear, and how important it is to keep my mouth shut.

Thank you to those with no faith. From you I learned that God is central in my life, and that my faith runs deep.

Thank you to those who told me that I am weak. From you I learned fierce inner strength and confidence. For you allowed me to dig down and discover that I am stronger than I ever imagined.

Thank you to those that told me I was ugly. From you I found my inner beauty.

Thank you to those that put up barriers in my life. From you, I learned how to tear down walls and fight for what I want.

Thank you to those who told me that I am not a good mother. From you I learned that my commitment to motherhood is beautifully imperfect, and perfectly loving.

Thank you to those that put me second (or more accurately third, fourth or fifth) . From you I learn to put myself first.

Thank you to those who are loud and demand attention. From you I learned to be quiet.

Thank you to those who created drama in my life. From you I am learning to truly appreciate peace.

Thank you to those who have an overpowering sense of entitlement. From you I am learning to appreciate everything that I have.

Thank you to those who told me to quit. From you I am learning perseverance.

Thank you to those who brag. From you I learn humility.

Thank you to those that lied to me. From you I am learning the importance of the truth.

Thank you to those who are false and phony. From you I am learning the importance of being genuine.

Thank you to the people who showed me kindness not because I am needy but because you are good.

Thank you to those who extended generosity, for you have enabled me to more openly give to others.

Thank you for those of you that protected me not because I am weak but because you are loyal.

Thank you to those that shared their strength with me during times when I wavered. For you give me the power to be a pillar of strength to someone else.

I am no different from anyone else. I have been hurt. I have felt pain of deceit, the heart break of divorce, cruel disloyalty, and the sting of failure. From that I rise up. Push forward. Continue on. I give thanks to those by my side, and for those that, it seems, turned against me. From everyone whose life has touched mine, I learn. It is easy to be thankful for the great people in your life and to love them. The challenge lies in loving and learning from every body else.

This blog addresses mostly food. Today it is about fruits. The fruits of the spirit.  So I enter this year with gratitude, an open spirit, and prepared to learn more lessons!  I am grateful to everyone that has touched my life and continues to shape the person I am, and the person I am becoming.  So to you I say thank you!

Insatiable “moanable” moment

1 Apr

Yes, that’s right. I said it. I love my “moanable moments”. Okay, those of you that went there…get your mind out of the gutter! I am talking about an aromatic moment. One that inevitably leads to a fantastic flavor moment. The culinary anticipation created by that first aromatic shot makes the head go back, the eyes flutter closed, ending in a throaty moan.   And a great aroma can cause an involuntary moan to slip out no matter where you are. We have all had them. Come on! Admit it!

I grew up in the Chicago area. Our local bakery had hardwood floors that were scuffed up and squeaky. The little blue haired ladies running the bakery had to have been 100 years old at least! Well… that is the way it seemed to me in my youth.  Shiny sparkling clean glass was the only thing separating the freshly baked sweets from anxiously waiting customers. Walking into that bakery always, 100 percent of the time, produced a “moanable moment” the instant you walked in there.  It was that good.

Entering that bakery as a child and walking in as an adult still produces that very same moment…a moanable moment. One in which your head involuntarily tips back a bit, eyes slowly droop closed, and you take a deep breath in. The exhale is in the form of a moan. The scents wafting through the air are just too good. Words cannot describe the sweet aromas, the anticipation of a freshly baked cookie or cupcake, the absolute denial of all calories about to be consumed, free of all guilt.

Few things evoke this moment, but it is a thing of beauty. A treat for the nostrils. A thrill for the palate. As a lover of food and wine, a passionate cook, an undeniable foodie, and busy mom, these prized moments are treasured. A freshly grilled piece of lemon mustard chicken. Decadent homemade pizza in the oven, bubbling away. The fragrant bouquet after uncorking of a fabulous bottle of wine.  Stepping into the bakery of my childhood on a visit home. “Moanable moments” come in all shapes and sizes. But each moment is terrific. What is your moanable moment? You know what it is!