"Roasted Beet and Potato Salad" from the book, are you ready?..."The Roasted Vegetable," by Andrea Chesman.
Now, don't stop reading, I'm not going to turn this blog into a blog about going through this recipe book and making a recipe a day for a year and have some incredible epiphany at the end of it.
No, no. I have many topics I would like to discuss and generally get off my chest. Other topics include, but are not limited to, exercise, crafting, children, husbands, girlfriends, family!, grammar (or lack thereof), politics (we might dip into that) and anything else that might pop into my head.
Well, it is a little bit of an epiphany, actually. I mean, I'm not a cook, nor do I aspire to be one...at all. I do like buying stuff from Williams-Sonoma, but then again, I do like just buying stuff in general. Cookware, flatware, ballet flats, I love it all. My husband and I have a nice routine going; I find the recipe, buy the ingredients and have it all ready for him to cook it, and by golly, he then proceeds to cook the recipe. Also, I should put it out there that I am from Minnesota and as such, I was raised on meat and potatoes. So, this whole vegetable side of cooking and eating veggies is a bit foreign to me. But, after having first a son and now a daughter, I feel it is my responsibility to MAKE them be healthy eaters!
I know healthy eaters, even those who exercise regularly, will still get cancer or diabetes or die young or fall down the stairs in their home that they've lived in for like 70 years or so, but I've decided eating vegetables certainly can't hurt my kids or my husband...or me, for that matter, and veggies taste good, so this is my Year of the Vegetable Dish...or Year I Made Vegetables; Some I Had Never Heard of Before! year.
Hey, my friend, who is a serial dater, always has a Year...the Year of the Asian, for instance, or Year of the Spaniard. I know, very un-PC, but, a little funny, right? Especially because he's gay and knows no boundaries when dating or talking about his dates. If you have a lisp, you always get away with more. Cheeky.
When I was training with my friend to run a marathon about ten years ago, it was the Year of 5ks, because that's what we would do every Saturday morning for one summer, thinking we were going to be gold for the Twin Cities Marathon that fall. Lo and behold, it was not the Year of the Marathon, but, I, a drama kid in high school-not athletic by any definition of the word, was very proud of myself for being able to run...well, walk mostly, jog sometimes, 5ks during that summer. And, for the record, could do it in about 20ish minutes. Heavy on the "ish" bit.
So, you see dear reader, my Year of Something is really not a trendy thing to write about. I've had Years of Somethings for a long time now, and have been surrounded by them as well. This is a sincere effort at just writing about my life. Hopefully it will be a bit entertaining for you and cathartic for me.
