I follow a lot of amateur cooks, chefs, and foodies on social media and this has been making the rounds lately. I am fascinated by Julia Child, and one of these days hope to purchase one or all of her cookbooks (or maybe will get them as gifts-hint hint).
But, I find this so interesting that her last meal would be a chicken – not beef or duck – but a perfectly roasted chicken. I like roasted chicken, but for my last meal? Maybe I just haven’t have the perfect roasted chicken? I understand the seafood, and the dessert, but again, I come back to the chicken.
Have you had such a perfectly roast chicken that you would want it as your last meal? What would you have as your last meal?
Mine would be cold as ice oysters on the half shell, a heavily marbled bone-in rib-eye steak medium rare, and steak fries – crispy, crunchy ones. If I could have anything, cooked by anyone, it would be my Oma’s kase spaetzle with my Mom’s chocolate cake.
Today, we attend a wedding of a family friend, a dear friend.
“You don’t marry the person you can live with— you marry the person you can’t live without.” – unknown
“The groom always smiles proudly because he’s convinced he’s accomplished something quite wonderful. The bride smiles because she’s been able to convince him of it.” – Judith McNaught
Advice: Always hold hands when talking about finances or something difficult.
So excited for today, excited for them and their adventure.
Do you feel as though you have to compete with the person next to you? At your job? Do you feel as though you have to fight for every step? Why can’t we all support one another without having to step on each other? We are all on the same team, right? Women do this, but yet state we want to encourage one another. Fixing each other’s crowns….uplifting, encouraging each other is what I want to do. I shouldn’t have to fight to stand here, right? For my bloom to see the sun? We each have gifts, and each have a right to the sun? Each one of us bring something unique to the table. Not to be difficult, but different. We need to take time to listen to each other. We need to take time to encourage, and support. For each of us just wants to be enough.We are in the same fight…fighting to bloom.Blessings.
Happy Fourth of July!
So true. Treat everyone the same. Everyone deserves the same respect.
Really. Twelve years you are gone, and I still miss talking to you. Happy Birthday Mom.