Thursday was the last day I remember the sky and the air having any sense of normalcy. It was a beautiful day with blue skies and sun. There was a warning about the smoke being exacerbated by the marine layer, but everyone was hoping that the reports had been exaggerated. If anything, they were understated and now we anxiously await the upgrading of the situation to unhealthy. I live near one of the largest urban forrests in the nation and the world and we are waiting for the air to not be hazardous, which is extremely sad and ridiculous at the same time. Added to the fact that we are in the midst of a pandemic, it is a bit much to deal with while navigating what feels like every aspect of life online. A bit ironic that I’m talking about this on a blog, no?
One of my friends has said, “It is impossible to be angry while eating a popsicle.” I have no idea how this happens with a frozen stick of fruit juice, but it is absolutely true. Today was the kind of high temperature situation when our family would take our chances with the crowds and go on the lake or to the waterfalls in the mountains or on the coast under normal circumstances, but since we aren’t dealing with normal circumstances, we stayed home with our fruit pops.
I am in the process of refining my goals for the final quarter of this year and I am not quite sure whether to be relieved that 2020 is almost over or if I should be stunned that it appears to have passed so quickly. Stay tuned.
Sometimes I get these cauliflower products or recipes and they are delicious, like cauliflower pizza crust. Sometimes, though, even with my best culinary attempts, the best I can come up with is well roasted, seasoned, tasty, well, cauliflower. Today was a yummy, roasted, cheesy cauliflower day. There was a time when I would have tried to force myself to taste something that was not there, denying to the end that it tasted like what it was because there had to have been something wrong with me when there is nothing wrong. Sometimes cauliflower tastes like what it is. It can’t taste stellar all of the time, can it? I wish it could, but would I recognize the pizza deliciousness if it was all that I had? Maybe life is like that, too.