Semi-Homemade Kind of Night

Today is the first day I’ve felt inspired to write.

I have been cooking. Lots of good food. And sharing it with others. But for some reason I haven’t felt like writing about it. Or taking pictures.

I just wanted to be in the moment.

Creativity is just like any other muscle. If you work it too much, it gets sore and tired and cranky. So I just let it be that way for a little while.

But today after work, I found myself wandering the aisles of The Fresh Market. Picking up stuff and putting it back. Drinking the thimble of complimentary coffee. Hoping inspiration would strike me.

And then I saw it.

A box of frozen porcini mushroom raviolis with a hint of truffle oil.

My aimlessness was finally holstered. I had purpose.

So I grabbed a jar of marinara sauce and two white wine and garlic turkey sausage links from the butcher, and I got out of there.

While I’d much rather make my own pasta sauce from scratch, it’s a Thursday night. That just ain’t happening. But I took the sausage out of the casing and created little meat balls. I sauteed the meatballs in a skillet, and then added the jar of sauce. Plus a little more pepper and basil.

I cooked the noodles just a bit in a pot of water, and I let them finish cooking in the sauce to get some flavor-melding action.

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Then I did something crazy. I put the raviolis, tiny meatballs and sauce on a plate, topped it with Parmesan cheese and threw together a fresh side salad of greens, cucumber, yellow bell pepper, radishes and my favorite vinaigrette.

I give you the semi-homemade supper. A delicious creation in half the time. Now if today was Sunday I would have taken the time to create it all from scratch. But it’s Thursday so…I’m just being a real human.

P.S. Annie loves little turkey meatballs when they accidentally fall on the floor during the plating process.

The Art of Balance

“Balance, that’s the secret. Moderate extremism. The best of both worlds.” – Edward Abbey

The idea of moderate extremism is very appealing, even though it’s difficult to find. The middle of the extremes. What does that even mean?

I’ve come up with my own explanation, and it’s called “what I ate for supper.”

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What we have here is a frozen pizza and a fresh, green salad. The two extremes.

Green, crisp vegetables meets processed, ready-in-minutes pizza. And I love them both equally. Some days I crave a salad. Other days I crave pizza. And today I wanted them both. So I did just that.

I didn’t eat the whole pizza like I’ve been known to do. And I did make sure half my plate was vegetables. So that, to me, is the best attempt I could make with creating moderate extremism.

(Not pictured was the cup of coffee and six Oreos I had before this delightful meal.)

This is just a reminder that we are still human. And pizza, even the frozen variety, is still delicious. And vegetables don’t have to take over your whole plate every day for the rest of your life, unless you choose it.

Balance is an art. It’s an effort we must work for daily. In life, love and food. So don’t feel bad if you ate a few too many tacos, or if you didn’t get a run in one day. It all balances out in the end, if you make the effort.