From the kitchen of One Perfect Bite...It's happened again. I woke up this morning, the same person who went to bed last night, but everything around me had changed. It is a Kafkaesque moment commonly experienced by those who move a lot, and find their taproots were not strong enough to hold them in the place they were born. Moves come in endless varieties and are made for various reasons. Those made when you have a baby in arms and a toddler pulling at your skirts are especially difficult. They are matched only by the wrenching sever that takes you from the home in which you've raised your family to smaller quarters. The Silver Fox and I are of the generation that was frequently moved by corporations for which they worked, so we are no strangers to the process, and it's fair to say we've been around the block a time or two more than most. Those were physically easy moves that required no effort to accomplish, save for the opening of a door at both ends. Then there are moves like the one we have just finished. It has been more difficult than most, and while the best I can say is that it is over, I must also say I realized this morning that Bob and I are, however trite it may sound, really beginning the first day of the rest of our lives. I love new beginnings and their possibilities and I think I'm going to love this new life that has come my way. Stayed tuned, but before you go take a look at this recipe for carmelitas. It is a winner and the carmelitas will cure anything that ails you. That includes moving.
