I just don't think it's meant to be for you and I. Sure I could do it because everyone says I should and "that's how people meet these days" but is that really the story I want to tell our grandkids someday??
You see kiddies, this one day while I was glued to my phone, swiping through hundreds of online profiles I saw one that had this great filter. His profile gave me 5 characteristics that he chose to use to describe himself and I wasn't offended by them. So I swiped right and the rest is history.
I just have a hard time with that being our "story" and maybe I'm delusional for thinking that but hey, I'm a romantic at heart. Consider it one of my top 5 characteristics.
It's been too long since I've shared a sweet jam with you all! So obviously I'll take care of that right here, right now. My main man Mayer Hawthorne has done it again! His new album Man About Town comes out April 8th and I simply cannot wait for it. His 2nd single for the album is Love Like That and I've had it on repeat! Please enjoy
i will say that the video makes more sense when you watch Part 1 (Cosmic Love) first. But the jam is still good on it's own.
Lately it seems that if a stranger were to ask me so Sarah, what is that you do with your free time?
I would have to honestly respond with netflix and knit
And that's all I would be able to say! Now, while this isn't the worst thing I could be occupying my time with, I can't help but feel awfully boring because of it. Of course knitting is something I absolutely love doing and it's a huge part of my life, but it's definitely not the only thing! Or at least I've become more aware of my not wanting it to be the only thing.
A couple weekends ago on my day off I was, you guessed it, watching netflix and knitting, when I chose a new documentary that seemed interesting called Cooked.
If you've heard of it you'll understand when I tell you that I was hooked. The things Pollan says about food and the way society has changed it's views on cooking over the last couple decades really struck a chord with me. I am definitely one of those people who has come to rely on quick fixes in the kitchen, mostly out of a sense of intimidation and impatience. What if what I make doesn't come out well? I'm too tired and would rather eat quick and relax. I don't want to spend all that time and money if I ruin it! Cooking for 1 is too hard.
Hogwash, I know. So after finishing this series (which is only 4 episodes, so easy) I was inspired. Inspired to get into the kitchen and make the time to cook and use ingredients that were simple and not processed to the nth degree. But what to make?
Last year my mother gave me a binder of recipes that she had typed up from her family cookbook. I pulled it out and immediately knew which recipe I was going to conquer. Spaghetti Sauce.
Growing up I always had fond memories of my mom making this sauce. She would spend an entire day over a huge pot on the stove, the counter covered with ingredients, the entire house smelling like tomatoes. It was a recipe that her mother made and her mother's mother before that. Each family member adding their own personal touches to the sauce. I knew that if my mom was making the sauce there was something special going on. It was always an exciting time.
I turned to the recipe in my binder and skimmed the page. Paragraphs. No list of ingredients. No Measurements. No step-by-step procedure. This was a short story that I had to dissect for clues. I read, making a list of ingredients as I went and trying to imagine how much I would need of certain things. I wasn't in need of 10lbs of sauce so I tried to cut things in half. I'm only 1 gal after all! I went to the store and prepared for my Everest.
To get in the mood I required 3 crucial elements
Frank to sing with
Wine to not overthink
and Mom to guide (it takes a village)
We began the process of making sense of my mom's recipe, which was much easier with the lady herself on the phone, and making the sauce. There isn't much in the world that truly makes me nervous, but let me tell you, the pressure of doing the sauce justice was high. By no ones fault but my own. I wanted to do my family proud!! I wanted to eat this sauce by the end of day! My mother encouraged me every step of the way. I was making sauce! And then, before I knew it, meatballs! Everything was going to plan! I was really doing it! After about an hour my mom said ok, you're on your own now and I took the reigns. Stirring and tasting, tasting and sipping, sipping and stirring. I almost had 1 minor meltdown when I put my meatballs in the oven and quickly realized that I had forgot to put the breadcrumbs in them! This obviously required a frantic call to the mom
I FORGOT TO PUT THE BREADCRUMBS IN THE MEATBALLS!!
did they start to get brown yet?
NO!!!
then put it in and re-roll them
OK!!!!
goodbye sarah
OHMYGODBYE!!!!
The drama was real people.
I resumed my constant stirring and watchful watching of the sauce and meatballs until the time had come. Time to taste and see how the stuff came out! It needed a splash more garlic (something I can never get enough of) and it was perfect! I had made the sauce. Me! To say I was proud in an understatement. I was blown away by how easy it had been. All this time I thought I would be eaten alive by this sacred sauce but no. It was the sauce that would be eaten! ha!
My kitchen confidence grew 3 sizes that day. And now after a week of eating spaghetti I think my waist has also, but oh well! I climbed this culinary Everest and feel like I can now take on the world! Ok, so maybe souffles aren't in my near future and that's fine by me...those things are tough!
I'm so glad I chased my inspiration and tried something new and challenging. I'm determined to start spending more time in my kitchen. There will always be knitting but it's time to start making the effort to do other things with my time too. I can't become a hermit at 29! Can't I though??? NO!
It's a funny thing when your heart makes decisions for you without even bothering to consider how it might affect your life. Like deciding that a certain person is someone you could really be with, like forever, regardless of the fact that you've never dated, don't live in the same place and said feelings aren't exactly mutual.
It's an even funnier thing when your head gets in on the game and makes you start pulling pieces out of thin air to start creating this puzzle of how your story is going to be with that person. Every kind gesture, common courtesy, phone call. It's all adding up to the big picture that will someday be your lives together. Right? Isn't it??
And the funniest thing of all? The icing on your proverbial wedding cake? When this person you've created this happy little idea of a relationship with finally sees the light and figures out who The One is. And it's not you.
In the blink of an eye, your half built puzzle is in pieces. You're crushed. You're going through a breakup that never even happened and wondering how you got to this point in the first place? Small moments you had turned into "signs" reveal themselves for what they were, small moments. Those conversations that you told yourself were obviously about you, were obviously not.
You want to be mad at this person! Mad at them for wasting your time and leading you on and not picking you. Mad that they didn't see you there all along. That they weren't working on the same puzzle as you. But quickly you realize that you can't be. It's not their fault that your heart and head have been playing tricks on you. You've been duped.
So you lock up your heart and get your head screwed on straight again but after some time you end up in the same place, with another person. Feeling all the same ways about someone who feels all the same ways about someone else. And this time is worse than the first. A little voice in your head tried to warn you all along but your heart was louder. And you find yourself coming out of the fog wondering how you got here, again.
Then, wouldn't you know, it happens for the third time. Because the third times the charm of course.
So what do you do? You write about it. You write about how your heart has betrayed you and you're clearly the victim. About how confusing it is and how weak you must be to let yourself get to such a place. The ridiculousness of forming something out of nothing at all.
You're mad at your head and your heart for playing these tricks on you. Or more so, that you let them. You realize that letting them build these
puzzles without your say had been easier for a while. Easier than putting
yourself out there or smiling at a stranger or saying hello in a bar. And yes, coming to that realization is a grand and freeing thing, but it
doesn't make the feelings you had lessen any. They were real and you had them for real reasons that were not created from nothing and there's no shame in that. It's simply a shame that you hid behind them over and over again.
And then, you move on.
It's a funny thing when your heart starts building puzzles for you. It makes pieces fit where you know they don't. It convinces you that it can see the big picture out of all those tiny pieces. That it knows how the puzzle will look in the end. Be in charge of your own puzzle. Life can be silly and maybe somewhere along the way some old dusty pieces that you had moved on from will resurface. Just make sure to have a say in the matter. Choose where you want the pieces to go.
