Our holidays have come to an end. And while I feel rested, I'm a little worried that I haven't
'achieved' enough during the past two weeks. Can you tell that it's hard for me to sit still? Nevertheless, I'm extremely grateful for:
- The 1950s. If it wasn't for those fabulous fifties, then Food Club wouldn't have been so much fun this week. Dressed in our full skirts and cardigans with flipped hair and red lipstick, we feasted on pumpkin pie, macaroni and cheese, fish casserole, fancy sandwiches, deviled eggs, carrot tartlets and a jelly mould salad (which tasted better than it looked). Oh, I forgot to mention the upside down pineapple cake and wonderfully light sponge, and potage celestine and baked cucumbers (what a revelation!) made from Julia Childs' very first cookbook. It was all so good. (Look out for tomorrow's Fabulous Fifties Fancy Pants.)
- Rest. Not feeling the pressure of work or a strict routine has been just lovely for the soul. Perhaps I'm liking it too much or my body feels it's not had enough rest, but I'm just wanting a little bit more.
- Consolidation. And more about my holidays... this week I've been feeling a little blue that our kitchen lino isn't up and the floors underneath haven't been polished, that we haven't sold the car, or finished the garden. But we have consolidated. That means we have actually finished those little jobs that we've been meaning to do for months. And back to that Type A personality I have? Well, hubby has it too. And yesterday he said, "Sure we haven't done everything we'd hoped for, but we've taken it easy and actually had a holiday." He couldn't be more right.
Why not celebrate your gratefuls with the lovely Maxabella...?