Over the weekend I had the pleasure of eating a fantastic dinner and spending a little time getting to know the neighbors on one side of my condo. They served an incredible dish of layered creamy polenta and kale that hasn’t left my head yet. Expect that recipe to surface probably this weekend when I have time to attempt to recreate it, with photos, in my not as updated or charming but fully functional kitchen.
And last week I was invited for tea with neighbors on the other side, and thoroughly enjoyed them as well! I’m feeling quite fortunate to be where I am.
And a question arose in one of those meetings when the topic of my blog surfaced- why Terrified? Granted, I am borderline terrified over some of the foods that I have been eating lately: this is a week of classic French technique including pates, terrines, more forcemeats and aspic. And I’m a bit terrified that all these rich meals have the potential to wreak havoc on my waistline and triathlon finishes this season.
But the real terrified was born by leaving a stable life and career and completely starting again. This seemed obvious to me. But in getting to know even just my neighbors, I’m realizing that plenty of people take similar leaps all the time. And they don’t seem to be nearly as scared as I am. Looking out on a vast world alone can be terrifying, yes, but it also can be both beautiful and empowering.
So I probably won’t become the ‘Empowered Tastebud’ anytime soon. But I will try to give my terrified lenses a slightly new hue. And I’ll enjoy more tea and kale in the process!