Three things you cannot recover in life:
The moment after its missed.
The words after they’re said.
The time after its wasted.
Sometimes, life throws a curveball at you, and it hits you right in the face. Six months ago, I felt like I’d won the career lottery. I had a corporate type job in a fairly large company. I had good pay, awesome benefits and the great privilege of working along side some of the most amazing, intelligent, innovative people there are. I felt like I was making a difference, changing the world in our small little bubble of a city, using my talents, I could go on but that’s when the edges slowly began to unravel. Its like watching a car crash in slow motion. You can see it coming, you can see the pieces falling apart, but there is nothing you can do to stop it. Then all you can do is stand there and watch it burn. The dream becomes a nightmare, and you’re forced to wake up and face a new day.
The days and months after the fallout of the company left me lost. I’ve asked myself on repeat: Who am I now? Its a strange thing to be so certain of who you are, to not knowing if you were ever that person at all. This little turn in life has brought me back to the baseline. Its forced me to reevaluate what, and who, are the important parts of my life. It has brought me back to my roots; my family, my home, my love for life, my need to be creative, my desire to travel and experience new things. These are the true passions of life. They are what we work so hard for.
I have thought about starting a blog of some kind for years. Probably dating back to before my daughter was born, 12 years ago. It never felt like the right time. I was too busy. I didn’t know how. I wasn’t sure if anyone would be interested. If anyone would like me. BUT, there’s no day like today, right? The years will keep passing and there is nothing stopping me besides myself.
Real food and family meals have always been at the forefront of my life. Dating back to my childhood, we ate dinner together nearly every night, even during the busiest high-school years. This tradition has carried through to my adult life and raising my own children. But, its also evolved. My meals growing up were pretty standard: meat, veggies, fruit. Typically seasoned with salt, pepper, maybe some onion powder, but not usually much more than that. If we were lucky, my mom might even use the WHOLE packet of taco seasoning. ;-) Don’t get me wrong on this, I come from a long line of great cooks and bakers, just a little on the Norwegian side. Its as if using the whole onion for the hotdish might just be too much flavor for our Scandinavian minds to handle. So, I grew up in a little food shelter. I was determined my kids would have a different experience.
This page will be dedicated primarily to sharing recipes, and food related experiences, but also, who knows where it will lead? My brother and I have started down a path of reinventing our family recipes using fresher ingredients and more diverse spices. We will share them, along with a few from our own collections, and maybe a couple from outside sources that are just too good to not get out there! My focus is almost always on whole foods and real ingredients, but I am also realistic here. Not everything is perfect, and we might stray outside of this value from time to time- and I don’t want to hear about, because all things in moderation, right?!
Life is nothing but a wild ride. Hold on, it might be bumpy on your way to the top.
Thanks for joining our adventure!
