You know how hearing a certain song can transport you back in time? Instantly, you’re in the 7th grade, or on a family vacation, or having you’re first kiss all over again. We produce our own life’s soundtracks through our experiences.
Well, we’ve almost made it through the first month of the new year. The holidays are over and done with. Champagne and Auld Lang Syne are a distant memory once steeped with positivity and eager foresight.
The weirdest thing happened…
I missed a season. Seriously. It vanished. First came Spring then came Autumn. Summer vaporized into a vortex.
As Steph recounted recently, French & Farrar had a wonderful day in the kitchen with Ann Taylor Pittman, executive editor of Cooking Light Magazine a few weeks ago. She joined us at Steph’s house on a Sunday morning to cook a few recipes from her gorgeous and enlightening new cookbook, Everyday Whole Grains. We had a blast. With no pressure to feed a waiting party of people, the three of us were able to just casually cook, swap stories, and enjoy ourselves.
Here’s the deal…
I was spoiled rotten by a tremendous vacation to Greece this summer. It was truly life altering for many reasons. I was blessed enough to get a much needed escape. I thickened some very cherished friendships. I developed some sure-thing life-long new relationships. And, I fell in love with the Grecian way of life. It really is so transforming to get out of your constant.
One half of French and Farrar, me … Steph … is 5 days into an elimination diet called the Whole30. Two days ago, day 3, I was feeling strangely hungover and sluggish after wiping all traces of sugar, grains, dairy and alcohol from my system. My first thought upon waking up that day was, “what the hell am I doing?” and “I didn’t drink last night, did I?” and “isn’t this cleanse supposed to make me feel better?”
Then I channeled an incredible Sunday, two weeks ago, where I indulged in delicious, healthy whole grains, drank Rose’ and played in the kitchen with friends. Only 25 more days to go, and until then, I’ll reminisce.
I heart-a-chockes. Yep, nothing like one of my favorite vegetables to bring out my really good “dad jokes”. No shame here. “What did the green bean say to the eggplant?”…ok, no, not really.
Do you ever wake up from a dream that is so good that you try to force yourself back to sleep so you can finish it? That’s how I felt about the cauliflower soup I had at one of my favorite lunch spots recently.
Eduard, the chef/owner, prides himself on his vegan (not something I generally gravitate towards) purees. He swears he never uses potato to thicken or enhance his soups. So, when I asked Eduard what made it so flavorful, he coyly smirked at me as only this particular French Moroccan can do.