Greetings, good friends! Are you all recovered from the Super Bowl? Personally, I felt like a pound of sludge landed in my gut over the weekend, thanks to imbibing for a few days straight after detoxing for the past month. Nothing like returning to bad habits, eh? But…unless my life literally depends on it…I just can’t shy away from a great cocktail or a good glass of wine. And I enjoyed both last weekend with family, extended family, and good friends.
We spent a few days in the Quad Cities, my old stomping grounds until the age of sixteen. We attended a very sad wake for my cousin’s son, then the same family gathered together the next night to celebrate another cousin’s 50th birthday. There’s no better tribe than family to share the best and worst of times in our lives, and I’m grateful I got the chance to gather and hug the people I grew up with. My favorite part of the trip occurred on Friday night. Mom put a prime rib in the oven earlier in the day, only to find it significantly undercooked when she took it out of the oven for dinner. We teased her unmercifully but she took it in stride, offering us more wine while we died of starvation. We eventually sat down to dinner and engaged in spirited conversation and debate over politics, with Jake leading the discussion. It’s so interesting to see how ideas and areas of concern morph from generation to generation. I realize that the greatest gifts in life sat around that table Friday night, and I’m so lucky to still have both parents here, enjoying time with their grandkids as they mature into adulthood. I love being comfortably in the middle of this – not quite into the grandparent stage yet, but far enough away from adolescence while still remembering what it’s like to grow up.
Part of me would like to stay in this stage of life forever, but the other part looks forward to what’s ahead. That’s how I’ve felt about my entire life, and I’m grateful for love personified to join me along the way.
We reluctantly moved the party into the family room, built a huge fire, and sipped more wine while we watched Sideways, one of my favorite movies. I’m getting the cozies and happy feels just thinking about that night – one that we’ll not soon forget and I’m sure will “remember when” someday.
Coming off a few too many bites of good dip and carbs at a party Sunday night, I needed some clean food in my life on Monday. I’m not much of a breakfast fan, but when I do nibble in the earlier hours of the day it has to be real food, simply prepared, protein heavy, with a bit of vegetables and fruit included somewhere on the plate. I used to love egg casseroles like this one for their prepare-ahead ease, but most have bread included and I just don’t like that anymore. So what’s a gal to do when she’s wants a one pot wonder for breakfast without the heavy carbs?