Labor Day Weekend is the big, splashy end-of-summer hurrah where we live. The farmer’s markets are slowing down, pools are closing and, if last night’s temps were any indicator, the heralding that fall IS here was unmistakable. I don’t mind. My favorite September outfit is a pair of well-worn jean shorts with a comfy hoodie. Nothing’s better.
So – yesterday we hosted a bbq and it was great fun. It’s mostly about the company we keep, right? Food-wise, though, a barbeque is a little tricky for me because I rely on the substantial sides – baked beans, corn bread (yes, all the carbs) because I’m an almost vegetarian. 😉
I know for some that’s against the rules; you’re either in or your out but I confess that an occasional well-done burger or piece (or two) of bacon still tastes good. If I can shut down my brain. Yesterday was not one of those days. I could not self-talk my way through eating a bratwurst. No amount of ‘eat, enjoy and do better next time’ was going to work.
Everyone else in our family/friend group? Meat eaters – all of them. Fine, I say. Just know that I won’t be enjoying those overstuffed, homemade brats from the local German meat market. Hard pass.
And you know what? Yesterday I was reminded that delight comes in other forms. Yes, I enjoyed other items on the menu, but it wasn’t my best eating day (aforementioned carbs followed by double chocolate brownies).
The non-edible delight? A friend arrived with the most spectacular bundle of lettuce-edged roses – pink at the curly outer edges – and it made my day. Given the option, I’d trade brats for blooms any day!
Whatever you’re doing today, I hope it’s restorative and peaceful – however you get there. Me? I’ll be admiring the roses. Grateful for friendship, home and hearth.