Obviously it has been a long time since I’ve been around. There has been so much going on in the last couple of months, and I hope to play catch up on everything in the coming days. I can’t really say exactly why I’ve been checked out for so long…I guess all the changes that have been happening around here have overwhelmed me, and I’ve been spending all my time and energy absorbing it all and tucking it into the small recesses of my mind. This time of life – the defeats and the victories – I’ve been swimming in every moment, and I want to learn and become a better me because of it all.
Since I last wrote, I have settled into my new job, we’ve moved into our house (yay!), we got Olive back (double yay!) and we became and aunt and uncle for the first time. I appreciate so much the sweet emails and messages you’ve sent since my surgery in May; I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a million more times – the blogging community is so incredible, and I’m so thankful to be a part of it. While I’m still dealing with some of the aftermath, I’m feeling pretty well overall, happy to be up and around. So, thank you.
Despite the novel I could write on everything from the recent past (there will be plenty of time for that), for now I just want to wish you all a late happy Fourth of July! I hope everyone had a relaxing and family filled holiday weekend. The husband and I soaked up every minute of it right up until late Monday night. Starting the day by swinging by our city’s parade, we were full of spirit and patriotism. I have to say, though, that I don’t think we’ll be found at another parade until we have children old enough to appreciate it. Parades are just not made for late twenties, childless families…or small paranoid dogs. I know it’s hard to believe considering how happy we both look;)
The day picked up after we got back home, though, as I hit the kitchen to create something epically festive for our evening family cookout. What started out in my head as a good old fashioned peach pie, quickly turned into Angela’s tarts (click for recipe!), made famous by her entry into Project Food Blog. When it came down to it, I just couldn’t bring myself to break out the Crisco…I haven’t changed that much since I’ve been away!
I followed the recipe almost exactly – minus just a few small changes. After much frustration over the custard not thickening, I finally decided to pour it into a saucepan and heat it on the stove-top, stirring continually. This worked much better for me!
I also opted to leave out the nutritional yeast, resulting in a white custard as opposed to yellow. I’m not a big custard person, so I’m sure white custard probably looks weird, but something about the yellow color really turned me off, and I don’t need any extra reasons for my family to think my food is weird. I liked it white:) And obviously, I also used different fruit options – raspberries, peaches, strawberries, and one lone blueberry.
I was really happy with the way these turned out, and (with a wary eye) most of my family enjoyed them!
I didn’t get many pictures of the rest of the evening – the fireworks and family time went undocumented. I’ve decided that for the most part, I thrive off photographing food and babies (Olive included of course.) Nothing else is quite as fun. So, I snapped a few too many shots of my swimsuit clad baby cousin and called it a night:)
The Fourth of July is a holiday that despite the sweat and sweltering heat you can’t help but love it. For me it’s always been about the sweet comfort of Grandpa and Grandma’s house, thick with the smell of grilled burgers (veggie burger for me, please) followed by the hazy smoke from firecrackers.
It definitely is still so much about that, but now that I’m older my heart is filled with gratefulness for the freedom that we have here. My new job has me mainly working with students from a country where women can’t even drive a car, and I’m burdened by the unfairness of it all. Perspective is found in facts like this, as I struggle to come to terms with seeming unfairness in my own life. And maybe for one minute, I can stop asking why for myself and instead ask why for an assortment of other folks, all the while thanking God that I was born in this great country.
Now that I’ve broke the silence, I’m looking forward to catching up on everything that’s been going on. Life just isn’t the same with a dormant blog trust me. I’m happy to be back.
And before I sign off, I positively have to leave you with a pic of my new baby nephew, Cooper. He is precious.
Have a great day!