So, the big birthday has come and gone and my general feelings of anxiety have subsided.
I mean, really, what was I going to do, freeze time and stay 23 forever?
Not that I didn't consider it, believe me.
Oh, and I think I figured out why that specific number bothered me so much. Before Saturday, I was in my early twenties.
Now, I am in my mid-twenties.
See the difference?
My husband got me, among other things, the new Rachael Ray cookbook, "The Big Orange Book." Now, I've been a Rachael Ray fan simply for the 30-minute meal idea. Personally, she's a little too perky for me, but she does tend to have good, easy recipes.
So what happened, Rachael? I love how she writes about being able to find "gourmet" ingredients everywhere now. Uh, no. You can't. Super Wal-mart does not have broccoli rabe. Or canned San Marzano tomotoes. Or polenta. And Super Wal-mart is pretty much my option for groceries. My farmer's markets don't sell high-quality, hard to find produce. They sell tomatoes. And watermelon. And sweet corn. That's it. Sorry, but "gourmet" is not everywhere.
On the other hand, she devotes a whole chapter to recipes from her mom and MIL. And they look awesome. 4-7 ingredients. Recipes for whole chickens, pot roasts, and other meals my husband heartily approves of. Because there is no way in hell he is going to eat "Deviled Eggs with Caviar."