“To remember who you are, you need to forget who they told you to be.” ~ Unknown
After watching the New Year’s Day Rose Parade, I fired up the oven to roast a chicken. Yesterday, I made the prune tarte that I’ve been known to make on rare occasions. As we usher in this new year, I’ve got a few personal things to work on. First, is the losing of twenty pounds. Two and a half years ago, after I dropped forty-five and had my gallbladder removed, I looked like that emaciated child they used to show on TV to get sympathy for whatever charity was trying to raise money to feed the poor. I looked good in my clothes, but without them, I saw bones I didn’t know I had. I intended to put ten pounds back on. I did that and more. Now, I feel and look like a sausage in those same clothes, and I suffer from a general feeling of discomfort, in body and mind. And while prune tartes and roast chicken (a la Julia Child) aren’t exactly prescribed diet vittles, they are heads above the processed, sugar-laden foods I’ve allowed myself to have over the last year, the same foods that have done me in. I think it’s a fine start, a little something to help dust off the cooking skills and get back in the business of enjoying the act of cooking. It can be a meditative experience if one comes to it in mindfulness. And mindfulness is the second on my list of things to work on. Killing two birds with one stone I’d say. Indeed, when the meal was ready for eating, I was thankful for the abilities to buy, cook, share, and enjoy such a delicious offering on this first day of the new year.
Shirley Terry
Looks sooooo yummy! Where were we for this feast. Woulda shared our cabbage, blackeyed peas and cornbread for “good luck” so Dr Murray always said. Lol. Lol. Kidding baby girl but you are a good cook, I can say that.