Dear diary, I’m in love with a salad.
A non-green salad. That’s right – it has no greens and I’m finding that refreshing. But, like, the opposite of refreshing. Comforting? Like a big warm hug that radiates deliciously roasty glow-power straight into me. That kind of refreshing.
You know those days that you just can’t… it’s not even… someone just please?… ugh.
That was me yesterday. Right from the start, the ol’ brain was just dragging, and what I really wanted more than anything in the world was to take a nap. But instead, I dug deep and found .001 ounces of motivation (aka hunger) and so I went into the kitchen and I found a groove.
Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve felt a groove? Well, okay, besides the nacho groove, but I’m not talking about make-good-food groove. I mean slowing down to cook, taking intentional photos, and jamming to Ed Sheeran on repeat because I can’t not with his musics. All this happened while feeling really mellowed out by the process of cooking. It was zen. It was soulful (I mean, come on – this is Ed Sheeran we’re talking about). It was that kind of groove.
The smells, the colors and textures, the fall breeze coming in through the window, Sage running around outside in a sweater with a fur hood – I repeat – IN A SWEATER WITH A FUR HOOD – it was everything.