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What We’re Cooking Sundays…The Poached Salmon and Love Smells Like Home Edition.

The past few weeks have been a blur. It feels like there’s been no separation between any of the days, but it’s probably my fault. I’m the one who said, just about a month ago: ‘All I have to do is get to 4pm on May 28th, and then it gets better.”

What on earth was I thinking?

I haven’t seen A in so long, it’s starting to become a habit we both want to break. Between work and school, we’re never in the same place at the same time (unless she’s camped out in my office, making the place look better.) She comes in, often, as I’m leaving. And that’s just not cool. Not cool, indeed.

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What We’re Cooking Sundays…The Chocolate and Lavender Cake, Plus, Meet Yourself Where You Are Edition.

A few days ago my horoscope told me to look out, this was about to be my time. Jupiter in Leo, something, something, blah, blah, good fortune. Leos rule. That’s what I read. It even gave me a little more pep in my step. It’s also possible that the warm weather finally deciding to arrive also put me in a good mood, but I’d like to give a little shout out to Jupiter, ruler of all things related to good fortune. The good news came with a reminder that I should spend a little more time caring for myself and finding ways to see myself as better at something that I give myself credit for right now.

Is my horoscope talking about fishing?

Even before reading all about what I’m supposed to be paying attention to, I’d been thinking a lot about what it means to get out of your own way and how important it is to develop the ability to care for ourselves more than most of us find time for on a regular basis. This semi-grand epiphany came to me while I was wandering around the Mianus River, trying not to stumble. By stumble, I actually mean falling. Losing my balance. Almost tripping. I fall a lot when I’m out fishing. I also seem to draw a lot of my own blood. Over the past few months, I’ve spilled out of a kayak, slipped down an embankment and cut myself so many times that I’ve given up trying to remember band-aids. Now, I just focus on not injuring myself too badly and on clearing my head just long enough to forget that I’m always thinking.

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On Easter: Do Not Abandon Yourselves to Despair…

Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.

…..Martin Luther King, Jr.

For people around the world, today marks the moment where their faith is renewed. It’s the day we celebrate Christ, risen from the dead, and the most important time of our faith. While Christmas (kinda) gives us hope of the unknown, Easter gives us faith that Christ kept his word and didn’t leave behind his followers.

Or, it’s a day for us to decorate eggs, buy our children pet bunnies they will grow tired of quickly (not you, Chloe Bunny, other rabbits) and a moment to bring together family we may not see all year, except for those rare times we’re sitting around a table eating ham and duck and fish and, and, and.

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What We’re Cooking Sundays: The (Late) Red Snapper, Lies, Lies, Lies Edition

Regrets Collect Like Old Friends… 

Yep. I’m still listening to Florence + the Machine. This is 10 straight days of constant play. I’m good. No, really. It’s not bothering anyone. I can quit anytime I want.

Remember way back when, about 6 days ago, when I was going to post a “What We’re Cooking Sunday” and had both red snapper AND energy?

Yeah, me neither.

The last thing I remember was sitting at the kitchen table, eating dinner with A and saying that we should watch a few episodes of ‘The Walking Dead’ – the next thing you know, it’s today and the week has bruised and battered a lot of people in ways big and small. Sometimes, that battering was, quite literal. Yes, I’m talking about myself and yes, I did draw blood again while fishing yesterday. It is not, however, my fault. No one told those rose bushes to be full of thorns, or to be the only thing I could grab onto before I took yet another fall.

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The Expectations of Love…

“Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only with what you are expecting to give — which is everything.”

…..Katharine Hepburn.

What. Is. Love?

I’ve been writing about this whole love thing for years, seven official years to be exact. Longer if you count my countless poems, bad essays and unpolished song lyrics. It all started when I wrote, over and over again, Mrs. Bruce Willis in all of my high school notebooks. Mrs. Bruce. Willis. Yes, that long ago.

I’m no closer to understanding it all than I was way back when I was just a mere child of 35.

To give myself a little credit, I haven’t just written about love. Oh, no. I’ve loved and been loved and found love in so many things. I’ve studied it, over and over again. And I’ve ready so much about it. What is it? Why is it? Where is it? How do you know? What happens when you just don’t know.

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What We’re Cooking Sundays…The No Cooking, No Disappointments Edition

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

…..Arthur Miller

I would do it, push a button, climb a mountain, jump off a cliff.

…..Drake.

Tonight’s edition of ‘What we’re cooking’ includes, well, no cooking. It’s not because there wasn’t a menu planned or shopping done. Nope, it’s all because the girl-child is working late tonight and I’d rather read all of the magazines and newspapers piling up in my living room instead of cooking solo tonight. I’d also rather watch Chloe the Super Bunny chase after her shadow, which has become quite the pastime for her. That and sleeping on her pink blanket. Bunnies  seem to have the life (if they live in my apartment, that is).

I spent my Saturday on a trout stream in Connecticut.

Those are really not words I’d have imagined a year ago. Me. Trout stream. Connecticut. Okay, that last one would happen, but definitely not the fishing. The river I was on was just stocked so the fish were hanging out, getting acclimated. They weren’t ready for my style of fishing yet and that’s okay with me. When they are ready, I’ll be there.

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Baby Let Me Hand You My Love…An Odd Lenten Post.

Baby Let Me Hand You My Love…An Odd Lenten Post.

Or, maybe it’s only semi-odd. Can something be only a little odd? Is that, in itself, odd?

I started this post a few days ago. I was almost ahead of the curve and posted it on Fat Tuesday, but I got distracted by a candle that was burning since last Sunday. It’s this white candle, plain, really, but filled with what I imagine is the magic they put in candles when they are made in New Orleans. I have them made by the nicest women at this little shop, Glass Magick, on Toulouse. I ask them for candles that will relax the air in my apartment and they mix up spells and potions and ship them to me just in time for, well, just in time.

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What We’re Cooking Sundays: The Deconstructed Carbonara and Thoughts on Gratitude.

“Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.”

…..A.A. Milne

‘Thank you.’

Yes, this was meant to be a Sunday post, but once A got home from work, well, there wasn’t time to write, only to talk and play catch-up on old ‘Parks and Rec’ episodes. I never watched the show in real time, but this whole ‘cuttingthecord’ on cable has been pretty amazing. There are shows out there that I never bothered to watch and now, they are all inside of the magic box, just waiting for me to find them. That’s exactly the kind of magic I like.

We cooked a lot last night. I was inspired by having a lot of eggs and one giant spaghetti squash. I don’t want to ruin the carbo…never mind, the surprise, so let’s talk about what it means to be thankful, first.

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What We’re Cooking Sundays…The Green Tea Cheesecake Caper and Going Solo for Love.

Matcha, Matcha, Matcha.

I was wandering around the internets the other day and came across Food52’s post on the beauty of green tea. Of course, being a lover of all things tea, I didn’t need much persuasion to spend $25 on a tin of Daily Mizuba Matcha just so I could make a green tea cheesecake from scratch. Yes, the cheesecake is now just as expensive as one I might buy in a store, but that’s okay – I’ve told myself that this was a great buy so it is. In my dreams, I can eat as much green tea cheesecake as I want, but we don’t live in dream land, now do we? Nope. So it was time to think about other things. Right now I’m thinking about this past Tuesday’s new moon. It wasn’t just any moon, it was a new moon in Leo (cue Duran Duran as my background music). I was knocked over (not really, but it feels more dramatic to say that) by all of the horoscope websites telling me this was going to be BIG. Bigger than big. It was going to be epic. This new moon was going to come in and change my little Leo life, in particular, my love life. Bam. New moon. New life. New Love. Or something like that.

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