I subscribe to the notion that if I cook/bake/assemble a recipe at least once I can claim it to be my recipe.
For Lila’s party I made this fruit salad and I felt it was great.
2 cups blueberries
2 cups cut-up strawberries, slivered, if you will
2 cups cantaloupe
2 cups firm bananas
2 cups kiwi, cut up
In a separate small bowl mix about 5 tablespoons of honey with 1 teaspoon of lime or lemon juice. (Depending on if you have limes or lemons… I used limes. Because I live in Mexico.)
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Drizzle honey/lime mixture over the top of the fruit, combine/mix. Refrigerate and ENJOY.
Assembly time: Eh, maybe 10 minutes.
AWESOME for a quick summer side-dish.
(I’d throw in whatever fruit you have/that’s in season. The original recipe called for blackberries and no melon or kiwi. And they threw in poppy seeds. I opted against the poppy seed inclusion so as to avoid awkward moments for others. Who likes poppy seeds in their teeth? I’ll tell you who, NO ONE.)
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![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holidays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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huh – that actually sounds quite delicious. i will have to give it a go. thanks!
LOL @the poppy seeds! If I ever am out & have an offending food (poppy seeds, spinach) I give my fiance the nudge & smile and he knows what that means…check my teeth! (on the sly of course)
Oh, looks delish!Oh my goodness, one time in high school I told my "friend" she had broccoli in her teeth. I told her and she was SO MAD AT ME. Told me she didn't care and lalala. WEIRD. I've ALWAYS been thankful for salvation from awkward mouth moments.