It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and while I’m a little embarrassed by it, as this is a forum to express myself, I’ve also just been out of words. The past few months has been littered with exhausting work and play, developing projects, the creative process, a haunting election, and now the aftermath of said political hoo-haa. Of course, there are words, there are millions of them to be said and written and expressed, but I’m having difficulty putting them into sentences that reflect the times along with my broken little heart.
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.
I love what the sun brings out in people. Our bare arms and short shorts, flip flops and personal days off. It brings out the best in our spirits and our goals; a sunny day brings a new chance to produce or encourage change.
I was in a terrible mood all day on Wednesday this week, for no reason (other than the obvious mom, family, career stuff). And I almost took that mood to bed with me until my husband miraculously helped me refocus.
This week, my post was going to be … a glass of wine.
How to open it, pour it, and drink it.
And then I remembered, most people reading this already know how to do that. And do it well. So I decided not to waste your or my time.
What a perfectly dark and rainy day here in Los Angeles. Perfect for my moodiness, my anxiety to accomplish much in the New Year, and for the bowl of warmth sitting in front of me.
You might be thinking, well this is a little late. Wasn’t Thanksgiving last week? Why didn’t I know about this recipe like 10 days ago? That way I could’ve skipped mashing all those damn potatoes.
Don’t fret. I’m cooking Christmas dinner for our entire family this year, and this scalloped potato dish will reign. I still have three weeks to plan the menu, but there is no way I’d leave this recipe out.
With one hand on the steering wheel and the other double-checking I packed enough snacks in Vesper’s Spiderman backpack, I finally reverse out of my Valley driveway, earlier than we are all ever usually awake.
What happened to my youth?
Lately seems like the best time to get real. The “birth of no” has begun.
I can only stand so many birthday parties. It’s the perfect thing to do on a weekend with kids who need to be entertained, but nonetheless, a bit of a timeworm. Having kids has given me opps to meet some incredible people, so I’m stoked for our time together. It’s just… how is it possible to keep track of it all? Work is one thing… but personally… a limitless to do list is standard at this point, right?
So, baked eggs. With their grounded friends, mushrooms, leeks, & thyme.