Have you ever felt the singular-ness of your pursuit? Been entirely happy with what you’re doing, yet experienced the human heart need to connect?
Today I was scooting around the house perfectly content with my hermit-like lifestyle — writing, rehearsing, yada yada — when I stopped to check my email. (I still allow myself that much “technology” during my self-imposed internet hiatus.)
While I’m not an on-line junkie by any means, sometimes a post will attract my attention… inspire me to get out my camera… make me want to share.
(Even if it means usurping my previous intentions.)
Enter Celia at Fig Jam and Lime Cordial. Each month Celia hosts a delightful gathering of bloggers who open their hearts and homes and kitchens. (By the way, she’s been doing this for a long, long time… discovery is a delight, even when it’s belated.)
A trip through the links in Celia’s sidebar is like gathering with good friends over coffee. Trading kitchen secrets. Finding out what makes each other tick. Just plain feeling good.
And a lil’ less alone…
Here’s my contribution to August’s “In My Kitchen.”
Cherry tomatoes ripening on my windowsill, glowing like rubies… and my heart.
…tempered by a lace curtain.
(Sometimes Oklahoma sunshine — and my enthusiasm — need that soft perspective.)
Remnants of a day-old baguette awaiting transformation into garlic toast for dinner.
(Metamorphosis is my specialty!)
Yesterday, a friend and I enjoyed Bruschetta (Round 2) on the deck with a glass of wine… such sweet times.
Then there’s mustard… I like mine whole grain. By the spoonful.
Tonight, however, it’ll likely end up mingling with the basil butter (first photo) to spread on the aforementioned baguette — or to serve as a stand-alone next to a really good steak.
(The Omaha Steaks are courtesy of my Mom, xo; photo cropped to be mindful of my vegetarian friends. xo)
Don’t you just love their motto? “Blend with laughter.” Ah, yes…
All of this kitchen activity reminded me to remind you… be kind to yourself! My body recently cajoled me (recalcitrant upstart that it is) that I’m not as young as I used to be — especially after standing umpteen hours in my kitchen.
Time for new mats and/or rugs…
My feet have appreciated the investment ever since.
Last but not least, love your surroundings. See with new eyes. A new appreciation. A little less singular-ness.
Remember who you’re cooking for. .. and why.
Hope you enjoyed my first foray “In My Kitchen.” A brief recap…
Care to join in? Click here.
Enjoying cyber connections in spite of myself,
P.S. I made it a third of the way through August, which is a tremendous feat considering the appeal of your posts. Thanks for bearing with my spontaneous, creative soul!