One day last week, in the flurry of getting everything and everyone ready, I threw on a pair of amber earrings. I dropped the husband at his bus stop, E at the baby sitter, and jogged to my own bus stop. Once I got on, I realized that one of the two pendants of my earrings had fallen off somewhere along the way. After the initial burn of anger and frustration and shoving the surviving earring into my pocket, I tried to remind myself that it was just a thing, and that I shouldn't feel so bad about losing it. (And really, that if I had just been on time like an adult I could have walked to the bus stop in quiet poise like the rest of the grown ups.) But it was hard to shake my sadness because those earrings were very special to me. They were sterling silver and dark green amber, and they were the first piece of jewelry I can remember buying for myself. I was around 18 and they were expensive to me at the time (almost $40!) but I loved them for how substantial and glamorous they felt to me at the time. (I never wore earrings in general, let alone dangly ones. The first time I wore them to his house, my now-husband asked me if I was wearing makeup.)
I tried to take the blow and learn my lesson, and walked with my head a little low for the next few days, reminding myself that it wasn't a big deal to lose one, even though it was almost 10 years ago that I bought them, and that I should have taken better care of them in the first place. I tried to reassure myself of the position of these earrings in the greater scheme of things these days (I mean, I just brought a child into this world after all) and even thought about turning the remaining earring into a pendant.
One day after taking Ellie out of the car, I noticed a gleam on the back seat floor mat. It was an amber drop earring. I thought for sure I'd managed to lose the surviving earring in the seat and that it'd fallen back there somehow. But I realized that it really was my lost earring, staring back at me. I held it up like a trophy, carried it into the house, and rejoined it with its long lost partner.
Cooking dinner is another thing I'm rediscovering. For a long time, we survived on the generosity of others. But when your baby can roll over all by itself, and you are able to wear real clothes and take a shower, people expect you to cook your own dinner all of a sudden. Meal planning and the impending spring have both lit a fire under me to get more done in the kitchen. I looked down last week and the baby was playing in her neglectisaucer
while the husband and I did prep for the dinner of salmon cakes and vegetables we ate. It was blissful.
E has gotten to try out some of her summer clothes. (She likes them!)
And I've been starting seeds whenever I can find a few spare moments. I've been making the tags out of labels, toothpicks, and packing tape.
a historic grove of Mission olive trees, planted by Berkeley professors in 1913. The grove produces small batches of rich olive oil which is always sold fresh and highly perishable. He was kind enough to surprise me with a bottle of the oil and told me I only had 5 weeks to use it before it went bad. It was unlike any olive oil I'd ever had; rich and thick, cloudy and smooth. I ate some with bread, salt, and pepper, but I kept hoarding it for a greater purpose. I wanted to make something that made the oil a feature and decided to make olive oil ice cream. The recipe is from Williams-Sonoma.
Olive Oil Ice Cream
3 c. whole milk
1 c. heavy cream
6 egg yolks
1 c. sugar
2/3 c. extra virgin olive oil
In a mixer bowl, beat the egg yolks and sugar for 5 minutes,
Take your olive oil.
Then add the yolks and sugar to the milk mixture.
Cook it over medium, whisking constantly until it reaches 175.
Take 1/3 c. balsamic vinegar and 1 tbsp. honey and boil until thick and smooth but not burnt. Cool to room temperature and drizzle over the ice cream.
My apologies for being gone for so long, but I promise I'll be back very soon with lots of beautiful pictures of things growing inside and out. Until then, enjoy the warm weather and make some ice cream!