WFP

We’ve had an interesting couple of weeks. We’ve had a bit of drama on the home-front. We’ve had to ask our long-time friend and housemate to leave, and it hasn’t been as peaceful a transition as we would have hoped. It’s not over, either. Ah well. You know, life just doesn’t always go the way you plan, and even those nearest and dearest to you can profoundly disappoint. I know I’m being vague, but I think I’ll just have to leave it at that. Anyway, there was one day that was particularly exhausting for me. I was in no mood to cook, and I couldn’t focus on much of anything. My little sister, the ultimate hedonist that she is, took us all under her wing and pulled out her stash of ramen noodles to help soothe our weary souls… 

Oh soupy noodly goodness. Of course I couldn’t help but add a bunch of veggies and an egg, but still. It was salty and comforting and just the thing we needed. It never ceases to amaze me how food just… feeds. You know? We’ve had hard days where everything feels rushed and yet we are always somewhat able to slow ourselves down to just taste and enjoy. Food has power. Food has the ability to comfort, to strengthen, to challenge us and teach us, and it always seems to bring us together.

 
And just look at my big girl slurping up those noodles! 

 
You know, despite a very sad and disappointing end to a long-time friendship, we have been very fortunate to spend several meals in the past few weeks with a number of good friends. Tonight, actually, while we were sitting down to dinner, we realized that it was the first evening in a while that it was just us. The quiet and simple dinner together was much appreciated, as I think we’ve been a little worn thin lately. But, it was so nice to think about how many meals we share with people we love. It’s what it’s all about, I think.
 
Tonight, we had "pesto nachos"… just garlic scape pesto (garlic scapes, olive oil, salt, walnuts, a splash of red wine vinegar), some sliced mushrooms and leftover steak, and a little cheese, all melted down on corn tortillas and cut into wedges. Served with some salsa and sour cream on the side. 

 
And for dessert- a slice of shortcake, compliments of my mother. She dropped it off earlier this week, and it was the perfect excuse to use up some of my frozen peaches with some strawberries. And yes, that’s a hefty dollop of raw whipped cream on top. 
 
You know, no matter how complicated or busy or whatever my days end up being, I almost always look around a table at people I love, and I eat well. If that’s not something to be grateful for, then I don’t know what is.
 
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