30 Days of Truth, Day 17

Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.

<stepping up to tie my cherry apron on> I must admit… The book that most shaped me- or my life… is The Joy of Cooking, by By Irma von Starkloff Rombauer. I was 9 when my dad gave me my first copy. I started playing with him in the kitchen and he was painfully honest. I learned to follow a recipe exactly, and how to create my own. I learned to have confidence in myself, but also how to be humbly hopeful someone will like what you make. I learned how to bake myself happy 🙂 Thankfully Weight Watchers taught me how to bake myself thin because I come from generations of comfort eaters.Food-Is-Love-Is-Food in my family. I knew from an early age I couldn’t out cook my Dad… but I knew I could out-bake him. He was mercilessly critical when I deserved it- and praised me by putting things I’d made on the menu. My Dad is the definition of go big or go home.

So armed with my Joy of Cooking- I learned to bake.

My first pie was the plain old Apple pie recipe on page 651. It’s the same recipe I still use. It’s wonderful. The secret is to use Jonagold apples.

I learned how to can with this cookbook- and I learned how to debone a fish. I still pretty much suck at tying a roast. I make a mean chocolate eclair.

All thanks to the Joy of Cooking.

30 Days of Truth, Day 2

30 Days of Truth, Day 2- Something about yourself that you love.


Again… this is about the worst idea I’ve had in blog-land… or perhaps the very worst timing, if nothing else.

At any rate… I agreed… and I’ll cooperate… though reluctantly.

I love that I’m not afraid of anything. If I had a nickel for every time someone told me I was crazy for having planted an acre veggie garden… I’d quit gardening. I suppose that ruins the point… but it’s true. Preconceived notions and ideals don’t intimidate me. Being alone doesn’t scare me any more than being unhappy.

I’m not afraid.

I’m cautious… but I never let fear dictate the decisions I make. Which is half the battle, if you ask me. I’ve been there. I know how bad it can be. I’ll never be there again. Which completely takes any fear out of the equation. I’m half way there without trying. Surely that has to count for something.

I value the end result so much more, because I’ve learned to not be afraid. It’s really that simple…and so very difficult at the same time.

Worth working towards- because after all… you know what they say?

The only thing to fear, is fear itself. – FDR