I’ve been thinking a lot lately about making time for the things I love. It’s a strange predicament if you really think about it; first of all, time cannot be “made”. You can make bread, money, or even love, but you cannot make time. Time simply is.
The second reason why this phrase really irks me is that I hold a lot of resentment towards not having enough time to do the things I really want to be doing. Perhaps this is my own fault, but I’ve got an inkling I’m not alone in my frustration. Why should I have to “make” time to do the things that bring me joy? It should be the other way around, shouldn’t it? I should be scrambling to find time to do the things that I don’t really want to do. Or better yet, I shouldn’t feel obligated to do them at all. Alright fine, I’ll stop “should-ing” on myself.
The reason I bring all of this up is because I’ve been telling myself lately that I need to “make time” to blog about what I love; food. I’ve had this nagging feeling for the last few weeks that I couldn’t blog unless I had something “worthwhile” to blog about (e.g. a cool recipe, an outrageously good meal, etc., etc.). Everyday I’d note how long it had been since my last posting and with a twinge of guilt, I’d grumble something about my growing list of To-Do’s and how I didn’t have the time nor patience to play around in the kitchen – not when there were so many other things I needed to do that I didn’t want to be doing! Huh?
Inspired by the words of Molly Wizenberg of the renowned food blog, Orangette, I realized that perhaps I should try and blog more regularly as a way to simply write about whatever food-related thought comes to mind that week; without the pressure of having to come up with a groundbreaking recipe or to dine at some new, obscure eatery that everyone else in L.A. is probably already blogging about. So that’s what I’m going to do.
And so in the spirit of low-pressure blogging, I wanted to share a simple meal I recently enjoyed in the company of two dear friends. I say it is “simple” perhaps because my only duty was to bring (and drink) the wine. With seemingly no effort at all, my friend whipped up a delicious spread of sweet potato gnocchi sauteed with beet greens, pine nuts, and red onions, and sprinkled with some parmesan cheese. The salad was comprised of mixed greens, beets, and fennel and was tossed in a lovely homemade vinaigrette.
In the interest of time, that’s all I’ve got for today. I’m sorting out the ways in which I might be able to spend the majority of my time pursuing the thing I love most and I encourage you to do the same. But, if you do happen to stumble upon a way to “make” time, do pass it on to me.