Well, We’re here folks. And by here I mean we are moved into our new residence for the moment. It’s a big ‘ol victorian by the beach. The beach part is super swell. The big and the ‘ol part, not so much. So far we have sunk waaaay more money and life energy into this place then we had planned, but I will spare you the gory details on that right now.
But like the title of this particular post suggests, I’m not going to start at the beginning of this particular part of my life story, I’m going to just start somewhere. Because sometimes, when life is being a real ass and you are constantly roaming the halls of your life between a state of not knowing whether you are crippled by anxiety or you are too tired to move from depression, you just have to start freaking somewhere.
We have been in a state of flux for months now and nothing has had any sense of rhythm. This past week the days have just started to take some shape, thankfully. And the past two days have been particularly good.
And I have food to thank for that.
Food you say?
Yes, food. My old faithful, tasty friend.
In this new house, a house we plan to live in for about 3 years, we do not live alone. We live with my in-laws. And as a serious introvert this has been, and continues to be, way harder of an adjustment for me than I had expected. The kitchen, in particular, has been a sore spot.
After all, the kitchen has always been my space. my domain. The place I make the magic happen.
And even though I am the only person who cooks in said kitchen here, it still felt like I was cooking in someone else’s kitchen. Frankly, it still does…BUT!
Yesterday I decided to just start cooking. Just start making some shit. I dug my knives out of a moving box. I plunked the slow cooker on the counter. I scrubbed out the abandoned food processor.
And i just started cooking. Pot roast, bbq chicken, roasted potatoes, lemon garlic asparagus, a batch of our favorite granola bars.
It was real wild folks. The kitchen was a mess. But I felt great.
And today I decided to keep it going with a gluten-free, sweet potato basil pizza crust. Here’s how it all went down:
I added one peeled sweet potato with 2/3 cup of oats and pulsed it until it was very fine…
Then I added 1 egg, healthy pinch of kosher salt, and a handful of basil leaves
Flip back onto the pan with the dry side facing down. Peel the parchment gently off the top layer
Brush with olive oil. or if you are like me and can’t find your pastry brush, rub some on with your (clean!) fingers. Bake for another 5-10 minutes to get it crispy.
The next step is to let the crust cool and then top with your favorite toppings. Bake until your cheese is melty (if you are using cheese) and your other toppings are warmed.
But guess what folks? These are for lunch tomorrow! Sooo…this is a part one post I guess. I’ll update with a pic of the toppings we used and how we liked it tomorrow night 🙂
Until then…Happy Friday, and a wishes for a happy weekend- full of good food, good company, and the gumption to shove aside the naysayers that may live in your head, or in your house, and just start somewhere.
P.s tonight is a new moon! Don’t forget to set your intentions and let the universe know what you intend to do in this upcoming month.
