I have a couple of planned recipes up my sleeves, but have a little tweaking, testing, tasting, etc, before they're ready to share. And I do so hate to leave people hanging. And more importantly, I hate feeling like I'm being incredibly slack by missing several days of posting.
And so, here I sit, all blessedly by myself, while the Mister is off at the skate park with the kiddos, trying out their new sweet helmets, a la Nana. (Note to self...inquire into applying for sainthood for the Mister...) While enjoying a wee glass of rosé, waiting for the gang to return for dinner, some beautiful cherries from our neighbors (Thanks Chris and Ashley!) caught my eye. I opened a cherry, pulled out the pit, and tossed it into the wine.
And voila! A mini-revelation struck. It doesn't have to be profound to be blog-worthy. (And most likely, even when deemed blog-worthy, really isn't profound anyway. I mean, seriously, I'm pretty sure I'm not up for any awards these days.)
So, yeah. That brought me back to a good place. My sort of place. That I may indeed sometimes lose sight of. The place that says: "Chill out. Simple is best. Isn't that what you're always shouting from the rooftops anyway?" Who do I really need to impress?
Have a glass of nicely chilled rosé, garnished with a perfectly ripe, perfectly sweet cherry. Freshly picked if I know my lovely neighbors. Drink in the sweetness, and ponder the Sweetness that is Life.
At least, that's what I've heard.
And I must, to put it simply, agree.