The Recipe Project: Use it or move it

Life has been keeping me busy lately. That speeding train known as time has been zipping by at rates I cannot seem to comprehend. How did it get to be mid-May already?

Now that I am back from holiday, I’ve taken some time to assess the state of affairs here. I am what you might call a wee tad bit behind on the Recipe Project.

It’s not entirely my fault you see. With the house for sale, things must be kept clean and tidy at all times just in case a buyer should request a visit. Worrying about not making a mess while cooking or baking tends to become quite a fun-buster.

These last few weeks I have been working under the premise that I want to pack and move as few boxes as possible, so when it comes to the pantry I need to use it or I’ll have to move it. (This theory has been working with remarkable efficiency in the wine cellar.) I have done repeat tastings of some recipes to use odds and ends from my cupboards. As the supplies dwindle, I imagine there could be some serious experimentation going on in my kitchen, which may or may not work out well at the dinner table.

Luckily the weather here is improving and it will be better for outdoor grilling. I’m going to pull out the recipes that are simple summer barbecue types and make an attempt at catching up. I’m sure that getting moved and settled into a new kitchen will also bring on a cooking extravaganza.

So here we are at day 135 and I have only made 87 recipes from the pile of papers hiding in my desk. Yikes! I think I need to apply the ‘use it or move it’ plan to that weighty stack of papers…But cooking goes well with wine so in keeping priorities in order, I’m off to replenish the stock. Use it or move it – when it comes to the wine, I’ll do both!

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Crossroads

I haven’t fallen off the Earth or disappeared. I’ve been lost. Not lost in the sense that I can’t find my way, but lost in awe of everything around me.

There are places that have attracted civilizations for thousands of years, melding pieces of various cultures over the centuries to create something that is still today a true crossroads of the world. I have spent the better part of the last two weeks visiting one of these junction points: the islands of Malta.

When I would tell people I was going on vacation to Malta, most people had to ask me where Malta is located. For those of you who don’t know, this small country is in the middle of the Mediterranean just south of the island of Sicily. And why did I want to go there? It’s hard to say exactly.

Maybe it was the extensive history. It is believed that Malta’s first civilization settled in the islands around 5,200 BC. That’s older than the pyramids in Egypt by the way.

Maybe it was the mix of cultures that have battled for the islands over hundreds of years, each leaving their mark in what has become the Maltese culture of today. The earliest settlers may have come from what is now Sicily. Due to their location on the trade routes the islands were subsequently inhabited, sieged, conquered, or ruled by great empires including the Phoenicians, the Romans, the Byzantines, the Normans, and the Ottomans. The Spanish, French and British played their part as well. The strategic importance of the islands made them a battleground as recently as World War II.

The Stone Age residents built monolithic temples. The Romans and Byzantines built cities. The Knights of St. John increased the fortifications around the cities and ports and constructed opulent palaces and cathedrals.

The language was greatly influenced by the Byzantine Arabs. In conversations today you will hear what sounds like a mix of Arabic, English and Italian, known as Maltese. The written language is tricky to pronounce until you learn the rules for things like x, gh, gg, and q.

You can spot Italian influence in the food offered on menus, as well as the influence of the sea. In what are considered traditional Maltese dishes you often find sweet spices like cinnamon and nutmeg flavouring meat, something that to me is a North African and Middle Eastern way to cook.

Malta is still a crossroads today sitting on the shipping routes between Europe, Africa, the Middle East and the Atlantic. Sipping a cappucino and enjoying a pastizzi in the sunshine of a square in Valletta, surrounded by the voices of tourists speaking every language you can think of…how could you not get lost in wonder at this amazing intersection of world history and culture?

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The Big 4 – 0

Today’s the day. Yup. The Big 4 – 0. What I know of the world and society would indicate this should be a monumental occasion. Fanfare and fireworks. Hopefully some cake. Preferably the fireworks are not coming from all the candles on the cake.

Today there are errands to run like picking up groceries and dog food. There will be celebration (dinners with family, a gathering of friends on the weekend), but I’m feeling pretty low-key about the whole thing and seriously contemplated not celebrating this ‘achievement’ at all. I would truly like to know how it’s possible that at this point in my life I have not yet let go of getting pimples on my chin like a teenager, yet an increasing number of sparkly strands have recently appeared on my head.

When you do a Google search typing in ‘What should a 40 year old woman’, the first default searches are wear, look like, weigh, and eat. Now that’s a statement on our society if ever I saw one.

Out of curiosity I selected ‘What should a 40 year old woman look like’. At the bottom of the page under the ‘Searches related to’ list, one of the options was ‘What should 1 year old poop look like’. Hmm. Another societal commentary? I hope not.

According to the internet, as a 40 year old woman I should by now have a well-established career, a committed long-term relationship, 2 or more children, a house, at least one pet, hobbies, an exercise routine, spa appointments, the perfect little black dress, a designer handbag, etc. No pressure.

Turning 40 is made out to be a big deal, like some milestone by which you will be judged on your life so far. There is serious anticipation and trepidation. Will she be okay with it or won’t she? Will she celebrate the day or wallow in self-pity at how old she is?

Perhaps people should focus less on what a 40 year old should wear, look like, weigh, eat and have achieved or obtained, and more on the aspects of life that provide actual fulfillment.

I have an amazing husband who loves me and an incredibly supportive family.
I have friends who mean the world to me and girlfriends I couldn’t imagine not having around.
I have my health, though not perfect I still have it. I have a roof over my head and food on my table.
I know who I am. I know who and what is meaningful in my life.

What truly creates happiness should be celebrated every day. We should appreciate the little things that make life special, every day and not just once a year or decade.

Today’s the day. The Big 4 – 0. The world and society tell me that this should be a monumental occasion. Feels kind of like a Tuesday to me.

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